And the voice came with no word,
a pure sound of a note on the piano, high,
from the cliff rising in the evening sky.
Rain came focused with the falcon's cry,
"Fly, fly, escape the cage, escape the chains;
The cliffs are high,
but that's not the end
when you reach the cliffs you yearn for the sky
a pure sound of a note on the piano, high,
from the cliff rising in the evening sky.
Rain came focused with the falcon's cry,
"Fly, fly, escape the cage, escape the chains;
The cliffs are high,
but that's not the end
when you reach the cliffs you yearn for the sky
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- Jul 15, 2017
- Jul 15, 2017
REPLY Jul 15, 2017 - +tony langmach No need to worry! It's a poem. I am always in peace. I either fly, or do not fly. And whatever I may do, fly or rest, I am at peace. So I don't have to take care. :-)) Greetings from the magical India.
REPLY Jul 15, 2017 - +Sushama Karnik
Okay & Nice to hear my Indian friend,but still a little care....`))
Neat Nordic greetings....REPLY Jul 15, 2017 - Jul 15, 2017
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