Buoyant spirit of
the swinging wire
plugged
when those who
are bound to freedom
fly away
and the wire
waves at them
waiting for another day
anchored to fate
Where fates collide
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
Buoyant spirit of
the swinging wire
plugged
when those who
are bound to freedom
fly away
and the wire
waves at them
waiting for another day
anchored to fate
A Blind Bird 
and some days I wish I could fly with them…I think you would like this link: “Birds on the Wire”…if you haven’t already seen it…http://vimeo.com/6428069
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Wow! This was lovely and so creative! Thanks so much for sharing it. 🙂 ❤
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as sung by those with their feet on the ground to those perched upon higher planes, really nice 🙂
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Exactly, you said it! Thank you! 🙂
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