skies
A bird has flown away,And then we admire its flight
The magic it brings
The way it flaps its wings
Then as it disappears before our very eyes
It’s when we realize its no longer coming back
Too late to run after for it has found its track
And we are left to wonder
If we will happen to see it again
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
A saying as real as pain
Tomorrow is another day
The sun never fails to shine
As it casts another ray
To light a morning so fine
In a certain corner
The gloom pierces through
Too enveloped that even the sun couldn’t find
It hides away, keeping itself blind
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