LIFE
1960
Life is like a flying bird
Soaring through the air;
A flight of destination,
Or a flight to anywhere.
Like the bird with destination,
His flight is upward flown;
And yet the flight to anywhere,
Somehow is never known.
By: Sheila Weaver
aka:peacefully
Life is like a flying bird
Soaring through the air;
A flight of destination,
Or a flight to anywhere.
Like the bird with destination,
His flight is upward flown;
And yet the flight to anywhere,
Somehow is never known.
By: Sheila Weaver
aka:peacefully
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