Flight
How hopeful a bird is that it may fly,
Above all the problems of the world,
For there is no freedom with love,
And there is no love,
When there is flight.
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written from a time, when all I wanted, was for plots to intertwine, I fell for a boy, For I was lonely, Without my own joy, Wish I realized then, I’d come crawling back, Screaming like a wren, The thoughts in my brain, making me seem weak, Like I was in rain, Every day of the week. This romantic collection of poems encapsulates the inner conflicts of a teenager struggling with childhood, faith, and love. Including free verse, blank verse, narrative, and Shakespearean styles, the heartbreaking stories explored in this anthology answer the question, 'how do you move forward without the past?'
How hopeful a bird is that it may fly,
Above all the problems of the world,
For there is no freedom with love,
And there is no love,
When there is flight.
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