Day, I leave this world to dust.
Another shall return as promised:
If you don't believe a bird can fly,
Then why hold it caged till it dies?
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All hope is gone only when we permit our minds to assume so... In the wilderness of persons, things and happenings strange our hope must remain within us like the Polar Star. An authentic and original outflow of beautiful lines Mark. Enjoyed reading your eight liner.
Nice poem Allow bird to fly and try for free world