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How and why is it birds can fly What do they see, when they're up in the sky So high, up above, and playing amongst clouds Floating and soaring without any crowds Finding the wind, to be their best friend Having no fear of falling, never finding the end Being free in the sky is a wonderful sensation I can only see and feel it, in my mind's imagination I imagine myself with a beautiful pair of wings Finding solitude and beauty as only flying can bring... Brian Hill - 2019#124 Inspired by watching the birds doing their thing...
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
Free as a Bird...
How and why is it birds can fly What do they see, when they're up in the sky So high, up above, and playing amongst clouds Floating and soaring without any crowds Finding the wind, to be their best friend Having no fear of falling, never finding the end Being free in the sky is a wonderful sensation I can only see and feel it, in my mind's imagination I imagine myself with a beautiful pair of wings Finding solitude and beauty as only flying can bring... Brian Hill - 2019#124 Inspired by watching the birds doing their thing...
Watching birds fly has been a wonderment my whole life. Enjoy them as they take flight and freely float above us...
#birds#wind#soaring#floating#flight
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67/M/Ivins Utah
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
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