Set It Free Poem by Svet Pfeifer
Set It Free
My bird is trembling in my hands.
It likes my food, it likes my warmth;
But wants to fly to its own nest,
To be back home, to stay with rest.
I know my bird, I've learned it well,
I've had short life with it. I've dwelled
In joy and light, and love with it.
It wants to fly. I wish the best
To bird of mine. I love it, so
I set it free.
Fly safe, fly high
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