art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Fly Like a Bird
Bound by the barbed wire fences I sit here in my small pen not knowing what freedom is. As I watch the birds flying high in the sky. They are bound to nothing they are free. What am I to do but wish to feel the wind in my hair and smell the freedom that comes with the wind. Feeling the warm sunlight on my skin I close my eyes and pretend that I am flying away over the fences that once kept me in and tasting freedom. But when I open my eyes I am still trapped. The world that I so badly want to explore is still so far out of my reach.
By lydia live8 years ago in Poets
