Distant Thoughts

Time has flown by as the flapping of the wings
But I will wander singing quietly in the rains,
Hope to lay in the boughs of my
creator
For I will be free from this earthly chains.

I have seen the turnings of the
seasons
Mortal body questing longevity for reasons,
Hope to lay in the boughs of my
creator
Leaving behind those unresolved
questions.

When I’ll be gone, do not hang
window curtains
For I’ll be peeping you from the
moon’s surface ,
You’ll see me laying in the boughs of my creator
In the eternity of love, in the
serenity of peace.

©kiranbantawa2014
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