poetry about birds

Except For Dreams It’s so hard To go forward He said looking Slightly to the sky So hard to build Easy to destroy Why do you Think that is He asked me Awaiting an answer That he knew I knew A pause As birds Fly across The sunlit Skies screaming Their freedom Except for dreams He said before I could answer Except for dreams More Poetry by Silencio Barnes More from the Eternal Figments of Reality Series