DEEP THOUGHTS AND LOVE

Bird, l want to fly like you,
but l don't have wings to do.
I'd like to fly and to glide,
Looking down at distant land.

I'll be free and soar, dear bird,
through the heights that none can reach
and see the clouds from above
how they hide people from me.

I'll keep going higher up
till l find a peaceful place.
There, l'll glide and meditate
on this life and people's fate.

Thoughts and gliding take me down,
and the cloud curtain is drawn.
I see people once again,
but with eyes that love all men.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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