BIRD FOR A DAY...

i was a bird,
only meant to fly for a day...
soaring up high
but the love i held sacred,
was taken away...

sunlight i breathed
with each moment,
heaven sent...
but now my wings are broken,
and not able to bend...

as i crash to the floor
with frightning speed...

and i try to raise
with the strength left in me ,
and feel myself bleed...

as i take my last breath,
i remember the sky,
as the bird once carefree,
i die ...

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