poems

Little songs-poem

 

An old tree whit deep roots, next to the road.

Proudness. So much proudness in its oldness.

 

A bird, flying into last shadows of the day.

Pressure. So much pressure on its wings.

 

A girl by the window listening to the wind’s song.

Passion. So much passion in her heart.


-Tara

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