Birds


Soaring through the air
Going past clouds and in large gullies
Being free with no cares
Only to go and to come
We try to be like these creatures
However we can only observe
We jump and run
But nothing is like flying
Neither you nor I will ever know what it is like to fly
Yes we can dream
Yes we can try
But we aren't birds

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