the bird flew so high
oh so high she flew until
the gun shot her down
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
This was kind of sad, but very real life, love the unexpected twist.
Well that was heartbreaking.... I was expecting a different kind of high from you! 😅
Ah! What a great metaphor you have created. A perfect haiku.
No! Such a metaphor as well as a literal tragedy.
a modern Icarus. great entry.
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This was kind of sad, but very real life, love the unexpected twist.
Well that was heartbreaking.... I was expecting a different kind of high from you! 😅
Ah! What a great metaphor you have created. A perfect haiku.
No! Such a metaphor as well as a literal tragedy.
a modern Icarus. great entry.