Oct 3, 2012


They say time flew.
As if it were a
Flitting from branch to skies of blue.

Quite out of reach,
Speed and height controlled by
No man;
Too free for a saddle or leash.

But hear the song
Of the bluebird's sweet
Flight. And
Find that you too can fly along.

Time won't be tamed
But moments are yours.
Daring to live with hope unrestrained.


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