They Were Bros, They Were Birds; Clay figures and Poe(112/365)

They were birds
They were bros
They flew together
Creating nest of positivity
Defending each other
They flew
They shared stories
Of the broads
Who flew in and out
of their lives
And they flew
But most importantly
They shared experience
Because what’s flying
If you don’t have
Someone to tell
Yes a tree still makes
A noise if no ones
Around but who
Will remember the tree
It’s always nice to have
Some one to fly with
And for that they
Were happy
They were birds
And They were bros






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