Born to Wander Free As A Bird
Cats like to roam. Yes we do
Born to Wander Free As A Bird
Born to be wandering beneath an open shy
sky that hides its light behind soft sighs
feet tracing paths where no one waits
dreams unfolding past the gates
Quiet steps on untold ways
lost in thought, but never dazed
the world a whisper, calm and wide
a secret place where shadows glide
No need for maps or hurried race
just endless air and gentle space
born to roam, no need to try
beneath an open shy sky
Born to wander, no path to tie
beneath an open, silent sky
shy with secrets, soft and deep
where restless souls find room to keep
No chains, no words to bind or claim
just endless air and gentle flame
I move alone, but never shy
born to roam beneath that sky
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (6)
So cute and wonderful poem, and well written.
I can just imagine that cat roaming around, thankyou for sharing xx
Amazing!!!
Nicely written
Such a free and soothing vibe in your words. Truly inspiring! 🌿✨
nice written :D