In a dark blue winter night
It was unknown to thyself
Whether it was flying right
(When) there occurred a long fly
Flying flying very high
Lost suddenly with a cry
Destiny gave a great good bye
Now the bird is abandoned by all
Having no time to have a stroll
Lonely bird searching its way
Its own home that is far away
Home wasn’t found in such a wide place
Time wasn’t given to take a rest
Getting harder to have a pace
Lost bird will still make a quest.
28th Jan, 2007, Montreal
4.15 am
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