The Bird in Me

A bird catches my eye
high up in the sky
he feels the wind
and so moves its wings

goes up to reach the clouds
down to near the ground
left and right as pleases
stalls to better watch

I feel the bird in me
as I seek to be free
and accepts only the wind
as a friend to guide me

My bird, take me
where I have never been
where I want to be
where I have to be

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