Though I’m not certain
Of the soul’s form
I imagine mine to be
One with wings
A little bird
Singing for no one to hear
Beating its wings tirelessly
Against this bulky metal cage
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
Though I’m not certain
Of the soul’s form
I imagine mine to be
One with wings
A little bird
Singing for no one to hear
Beating its wings tirelessly
Against this bulky metal cage
Love Always,
kelsey
