A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| Lucky is the lark. Finally freed from its cage. Free like other birds. Lucky is the sheep. Finally found its way back. To the grazing herds. Lucky are the birds. Celebrating their freedom. Together they fly. I wish that same luck Be bestowed to me just once. I can fin'lly die. 'Cause to die free and in bliss, Better than dying unmissed. |