A bird (by Anjin)

Were I a bird, I should fly

Over the hill, to the time of the sky

They should not hold me

With book or rule,

I’d take my life on the wind.

Were I a bird, I could perch,

In the heart of the wood,

Where none could search

I’d nest in the grass or in the trees

The wind would blow but my cradle to swing.

About Anna

Anna is a creative fiction writer, who is starting to reach out to the public through blogging and creating websites. She was adopted from China as a baby by an American mother along with her three other siblings, one of who died January 14, 2015. Up until the creation of this blog, she has mostly worked privately, not sharing her writing much. Now, however, she is looking forwards to one day being a published author. She has four (4) books written for her fantasy series and has recently started a new novel entitled "At Death's Door". All these novels are works in progress.
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