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| The Painting |
| Looking at this painting;
How the white bird soars, Over the mountain top, This, I adore. The snow falling, So pure and white, A sense of peace; A tranquility just right. Does the bird wonder �why�? Does he just exist? Does he ever think, There has got to be more then this? Living in ignorant bliss; This bird just is. I wish I could just be, Without always thinking, �what if�. � copyright 3/30/06 Melia Teka |
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