A Bird Without Wings

By Ling Li   

People think I am lucky:
Living in a wonderful green land in the desert,
Surrounded by all luxury,
With blue and ever charming sea.

People think I am happy:
Nothing to worry but enjoy life,
Wear a big smile daily.
Never show the sorrowful heart.

But, beign a little bird,
I want to fly,
My hope is ruined,
For I do not have wings.

I dream to fly:
Get a boundless hug from the waving sea,
Stretch my wings to every corner of the hanging sky,
Take a deep breath in the sparkling green.

It is easy to approach,
With only hundreds of feet;
It is beyond reach,
Anyway, I cannot arrive at.

Near but far,
Ever see but never belong to.

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