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
Nice its allmost like a haiku only cravenized, giggles
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound thee
KAHLIL GIBRAN, The Prophet
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