The Lovely Flight
Suddenly a bird appeared at my sight
I paused staring at its flight.
It continued to fly and fly.
Later it was up high in the sky.
It never tired me gazing that lovely flight.
It soon disappeared and was completely out of sight.
I turned at standstill with my eyes at the sky,
wishing the bird back in the sky.
The empty sky filled me with sorrow.
I saw the twilight and complete darkness followed.
Finally the night was calling for a rest.
I reminded myself the next day I will be at my desk.
The morning came with so much promise once more.
Oh what a surprise, I saw the bird once more!
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