by Mina 🚣
They are fearless; they are restless
|Flocks of birds flying across the sea
Like the massive black floating clouds
Above the cities, mountains, land, trees
Toward the golden warm summer country
The neck stretched the legs behind,
They have just one aim in mind.
They traveled thousand miles in a day
No matter dangers coming their way
The sea below so turbulent
Color playing shows on pageant of the sky
They fly through the storms, rains, hails,
Against the winds spreading sails
Through the darkness guided by a star
Bent their heads; faith upon the air
O dear birds, I wonder your patience
How could you be so restless; fearless!
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