Mirage
In the free sky,
He flies.
Soaring above
In the blue expanse
A vision of world
From a distance
A song in heart
Of free existence,
He flies…
And dipping a little
He thought he would rest
In the oasis
Little did he know
That what he thought
A haven of peace
Was just a mirage…
In the free sky,
He flies.
He flies.
Soaring above
In the blue expanse
A vision of world
From a distance
A song in heart
Of free existence,
He flies…
And dipping a little
He thought he would rest
In the oasis
Little did he know
That what he thought
A haven of peace
Was just a mirage…
In the free sky,
He flies.
posted by soulitary reaper at 11:13 AM
4 Comments:
But even then
the spirit may soar!
So let the outward shows be least themselves the world is still deceived with ornament.
just a mirage .. :(
lovely post... i can connect to this... :P
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