a bird lost its way, but still flying away, no destination no destiny, lost in its own mutiny.. in the hope to find a tall tree, where it can remain always free, marking on its wing tells a story, may be he fought hard for some glory.. looking far away from where it came, may be once there was a home, ah, flying is so cool up above the clouds, away from noise the city made so loud..
The point of view towards the life is not always the same, you must think out of box to get over the limits. I write here short stories, poems, Social Articles, Some news evaluation or spiritual thoughts.