“Come
fly with me, to that alluring shore,
Where
summer never ends, the sky is blue,
Where
birds are free, and you will cry no more…”
“I
cannot fly with you, my heart is true
To
the forgotten land of ancient kings,
The
gloomy skies, the only joy I know…
My
silver bird has spread its metal wings
She’ll
take me back to winter, cold, and snow.”
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Yes, we have the same bird;)
ReplyDeleteI thought so :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed! Flowed very nice. Thanks
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mark!
ReplyDeleteI'd have opted for the blue sky and romance any time.
ReplyDeleteTrue...but they often come with a price. I wonder why?
ReplyDeleteOh no, not snow! I enjoyed your "Carry on Tuesday."
ReplyDeleteOK, no snow, just winter :-) Thank you, Mary!
ReplyDeleteWow I really like this a lot, I can feel the longing, and that ending gave me the chills.
ReplyDeleteThank you rch for your words.
ReplyDeleteYeah! You got me singing here!!! Love the bit about the forgotten land of ancient kings.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Andy!
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