Admire the beauty of the flying birds
Admire the beauty of the flying birds,
But you can't replace its feathers
With your hands...
You can try to dream high as a brid
But you cannot replace your hand,
With its feathers...
You can't achieve your rotten dreams
Even if you pluck the feathers,
Of the biggest bird.
Grow your hope to fly high
You can achieve your dreams without any sigh,
With your hard effort.
If you still must to fly in the air,
Earn hard to fly in the plane with you fare,
Nothing will stop you.
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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