Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
Untitled
Her little birdie fell
And did not fly
She was not caught
And broke her wing
Withering
A
W
A
Y
Thinking she flew, she passes into the bitter sweet end
Autumn
Written by
Autumn  24/F
(24/F)   
254
     Earl Jane and Autumn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems