A sparrow flies
Slow with heavy wings
He flies up so high
And tries to reach
The bright stars and the moon
But soon he falls
Wings breaking
And hits the ground
Full speed
His sister cries but it's to late
His goal he could not reach
You are not free untill you learn
What freedom really are
As for the stars and the bright moon
Don't try them way to soon
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Freedom from parents. Loud music. Sweaty people. Lots of craziness..
Coffee house haiku I think of everywhere else Seagulls wait outside.
While fir trees rejoice At the lifting of their load Dying snow despairs.
The orange death-call Goes unnoticed by proud trees Bracing for snowfall.
A crane fly glides past Black and yellow blur flashes False alarm - no sting.
Upside-down cloud sea Rolls on gently with the wind Plane causes ripples.
A sea of gold crowns Nod their regal approval In the suns warm glow.
A white polar bear On a melting, barren land Stranded, needing help.
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