The Wing of a Bird
Birds don't worry, nor they wonder. They live like the gods that lives up yonder, Their minds never query nor do they complain, their lives never experienced the sunshine after pain. Birds they fly, to a place where we never feel alone. A place called; Heaven where our wings will take us home.
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