That bird……..
Yes, that bird, too little……little than me, little than heart of a new born………
Make me jealous……
Flying deep into the sky, kissing the heights…..
Me larger and stronger than her…….
Am I standing firm on earth, or at the top of sky?????
No…… I am just floating in between…
Believeing myself ,I am flying…..
Not ready to accept……. Simply floating to satisfy my soul…….. Never try to raise…….. feeling jealous by looking up and feeling proud looking down…………
Not ready to jump up and fly like her… Or not ready to jump down and fix my foot………
Instead float along the time doing nothing……….. And at last rest in peace without being anything…………
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