free bird
young and yearning
you crave for your freedom
breathing space
vast
something to call mine
something to own
endless horizon
a place to soar
float away
drift away with the wind
watch the meadows
bathe in the sun
rays at noon
as they perish
under your wings
passing underneath
watch the blue serpentine rivers
let their torrent take you to the sea
garden full of emerald trees
touch their tops
with your fingertips
as you pass them by
the journey you’re taking
it's not about
the end
life
is not about the
death
living is not about your grave
it's all about the little things
all around us
that you can’t see
the beautiful things
sun beams radiating
through a raindrop
take a deep breath
and enjoy them
reap all that you can
along the way
don't just run
at full speed
run to the finish line
blindly
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