MY FIRST POEM

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Poem title: The Bird's Cry

Shall I begin to tell of my hard times
You admire my color voice and nature
My song brings you to a good time
You've never seen my sorrow and torture
The land which I tread upon smells wickedness
Yet to you I've got no problems
I fly to different places to get daily bread in doggedness
Yet to you I've got no problems

When the ground is hard
And the leaves on the trees get dried
To nurture my children becomes hard
My nest the hunters tried
To put to an end and make me childless
And to you I'm a queen without trials
I tried to weather the storm but I was helpless
And to you I'm a queen without trials

How long will you keep judging me from far
What hearts would believe that I'm not the luckiest as you see me to be
I know what I see
And you don't know how far
My peaks pierce just to live
How far my wings go in search of green leaves
I see what I know you can't see
What hearts would believe that life is not as easy as they think it is

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