CREATIVE - POETRY
I'm NOT glum. Melancholy has long gone like the winters.
Don't think I'm a broken little bird.
I'm only taking sometime growing my feathers.
Learning to mend the fallen ones on the way.
The more I hurt, the more I piece back together.
I'm not glum.
Melancholy has long gone like the winters.
I'm just taking my time learning to fly high.
high comes by starting low.
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