Transient
Life is but a fleeting moment
An exhaled breath upon the breeze
Footsteps on the shores of time
Fleeting, fading with the tide,
Imprisoned, our souls entombed
Harnessed no more, now freed
Transient
Life is but a fleeting moment
An exhaled breath upon the breeze
Footsteps on the shores of time
Fleeting, fading with the tide,
Imprisoned, our souls entombed
Harnessed no more, now freed
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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