I wish life could be a breeze.
Like a bird’s flight, sunny, wind whistling
through the bird’s feathers, just soaring.
Imagine how the actual bird feels,
without a care on its mind.
Just flying through puffs of clouds,
absorbing the yellow rays…
Until the time passes,
the storm comes, and
rips the bird apart.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
I wish life could be a breeze.
Like a bird’s flight, sunny, wind whistling
through the bird’s feathers, just soaring.
Imagine how the actual bird feels,
without a care on its mind.
Just flying through puffs of clouds,
absorbing the yellow rays…
Until the time passes,
the storm comes, and
rips the bird apart.
