While birds fly around,
lift me off the ground.
Don't keep me down,
I want to fly around too,
not be sad and blue.
Way up high,
where the birds fly,
don't serve me a cry.
Don't even ask why,
it's better in the sky.
With the instinct,
to distinct,
I feel like a bird,
fly a joy word.
While I can,
for the rest of this span,
in the air,
not down in dispair.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(