Hand lusting to be held.

Do you ever watch birds’ flight on our mighty sky?

It is their trust that gives them freedom.



Mysterious ways we walk each day

Leading our steps, holding innocent-loving hands

Passing on cobbled streets, narrow roads, shaded alleys

Reasons to travel seduced by sweet knowledge, taste of happiness

Unseen prisons unknowingly tempting

Made-for-luring traps to grasp our feet

Brick walls, dull, at times colourless – unjust hideaways

When right in front of our eyes – Earth and Sky go hand in hand.

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