I was born
Free.
Free to fly high
And soar into
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Wish I could fly high, high up in the sky and for a moment I did reading your lovely poem. Take care Roger
A very moving poem and so many in life try to clip your wings. I felt your poem, Thank You
With such passion behind your writing, I am in no doubt you will let your soul soar Asma. Kind regards, Justine
Dear Asma, you do soar high when you write. i can sense immense desperation in this poem. break all the confinements and fly high. love, Reuben.
that is a lovely poem..makes you really want to soar carefree in the blue skies..and look down at the earthlings... my poem was inspired when I saw a beautiful parrot locked up in a golden cage in a shop...it moved me regards Arti