A while ago I saw a bird on a windowsill, it was breathtaking!
So, I decided I just HAD to write about it.
As always, I hope you like it!
A little bird perched on my windowsill,
a wee little piece of sky,
come down to grace the homes of Earth with it’s unearthly song,
the words of which can ne’er discern from the woven threads of dreams.
That selfsame bird flew away from me and left me all alone,
wondering what could have been if I had dared to fly.
That windowsill is gone now,
torn down long ago,
yet I wonder still,
what could have been,
if I had dared to fly.
If I had dared to fly.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!
“We lose ourselves in books. We find ourselves there too.” -Anonymous