January 8, 2011
Oh, how I envy the
carfree life of a

Whose best friend is the
wind that echoes
beneath his wings.

Who knows not hate,
nor lies,
nor heart break.

Whose sole purpose in life
is to be.

Just, to be.

And whenever things
don't go his way,
all he must do,
is spread his wings
and fly.

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