Here is a poem I wrote today. 
The blue bird flies,
Breathing heavy
It stops to rest.
Its golden-red chest
Moves fast;
It slows.
Its wings touch
The cold, soft, air,
The blue bird flies.
Breathing heavy
It stops to rest.
Its golden-red chest
Moves fast;
It slows.
Its wings touch
The cold, soft, air,
The blue bird flies.
3 comments:
What a talent you are... I love your blue bird poem.
Jacky xox
I really enjoyed your poem! You are a queen of poetry too.
Thank you both! It makes me feel happy every time I read it. :)
Love,
Queeny C.G.
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