Posted in Poetry

Little birds

I’ve been waiting for

The sound of little birds

The sound of freedom

The sound of healing.

Where are you now, birds?

The winter has gone

The spring has just come

Why don’t I see you?

By chance on a day

When I’m still asleep

The familiar sounds wake me up

Hey birds! You make my day. ❤

– An An

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