Jan 2019
I am a new-born
with wings so immature, they may torn
but I want to fly, wander off
into the clouds in and out
in the sky so close to sun
that I might get a burn
But I don't really care
here I am ready to dare
to make a flight off the earth
far-away to go and freedom to search.
with wings so immature, they may torn
but I want to fly, wander off
into the clouds in and out
in the sky so close to sun
that I might get a burn
But I don't really care
here I am ready to dare
to make a flight off the earth
far-away to go and freedom to search.
#badrhyme
The above poem may sound so bad rhymed. I do not know the best rhyming yet, but I am learning it little by little.
The above poem may sound so bad rhymed. I do not know the best rhyming yet, but I am learning it little by little.
