For years together I wondered,
What is it to be a bird?
To fly like there’s no tomorrow!
To breathe like there’s no wind above me,
That would engulf my freedom of flight!
And when the sunlight gazes upon me
The sparkle in my eye shine,
Like those ivory carving in shrine.
To lapse down
And rise encore
With a grub in my nib
Scrumptious to my lust!
Sway with the wind again,
Flutter the world without boundaries.
Build my house with twigs;
Prudently chosen over the millions;
But by the arrow that shot me down,
Piercing through my wing,
Everything that is left of me is,
The thirst to fly again.
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