Bird in a storm

Air was settled 

Cold and norm

Maybe cause it was 

The dawn of the Strom

Sky changed his face 

And wind started to race

It all happen just in that moment

Strom was on our head before we knew it

In all this time of hustle 

There was only one doing the wrestle

She was small cute and warm 

With no fear she was head on with storm

Everyone was shocked and said no word

I smiled and said I know this bird. 

……………………………………

Man’s poetry.

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7 Comments Add yours

    1. Thanks for reading.

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  1. eliza rudolf says:

    Stunning…πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›

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      1. eliza rudolf says:

        😘😘😘😘😘

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