A sonnet.

[`Shally.]

Through winter chill or searing summer heat,

The turbulent wind lifts you far on high,

A voice that cries and wings that fiercely beat,

You cannot hope to know until you try,



Your life is small; the endless sky is vast,

Never give in to fate; don't compromise,

Bright feathers grow, your fledgling wings spread fast,

The life before you is your paradise,



You feel the many weary hours worn thin,

Steel nights of silent pain; bronze days of rage,

Nobody sees the shining heart within,

The crumbs of love locked in a gilded cage,



Your silver feathers sparkle diamond bright,

On swift storm winds soar jubilant in flight.

[Renny]

nice poem! did you write it??

[`Shally.]

nice poem! did you write it??

Unfortunately no.
I thought it was pretty nice.
I shall change it to someone who made it. (:

[Renny]

Unfortunately no.

aww... i was going to say you got some talent!! But oh well, its the poem that matters