Bird
I want to be free
Like a feathered flight of dove,
To fly and glide over the world so free
And live a life in a dream of light,
Affectionate love and hope of gladness
And the oil of joy which over flows,
Melody of happiness that widely vibrates
That is a dream gift, a vision to celebrates,
Inspire of hubris,
In the eyes of the expected hurricane,
I hold on to a fatal chance,
Still looking to peak my nest
On sure firm height,
The water is mirror of the world;
The curved winged still swerve,
The flight of feathers still lifted
Till a lonely island emerges
Just waiting for me, only me
An everglade to tenderly cultivated, virgin
And green, roaming wild and free.
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