How High do birds fly?
Do they not know?
That the blue of the sky,
Is only a mirage,
Do they not know?
That our lives are but dreams,
That Time, drowns in the streams,
Of Past, Present, and Gone,
When the Swan's song is sung,
And our short lives are done.
Beautifully Sad Sentiment! ! ! Beautifully Sad! ! ! Perfectly Done! ! ! Perfectly Painted! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thank You For Sharing Sandra! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 10s! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Gud 1...but we have to live our life like a bird and fly as high as the sky and make our dreams our aspirations to live....
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An Ever So Moving! ! ! ! ! Heart Felt One! ! ! ! ! Beautifully Put! ! ! ! ! Beautifully Sung! ! ! ! ! Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing This! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++