Sing

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O' how things change.
people too.

love fades from the heart.
what can one do?

admiration to shame.

a rugged tall mountain, crumbles
to boulders.

now who's to blame?



A caged bird spreads it's wings
and flys.

has no choice but kiss the skies.

rain becomes heavy on the wings
heads for cover learns to sing.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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