The bird

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The bird

After peeking through so many clouds, after flying in the air so high, the bird is finally back on the ground. Smelling its adobe again. Knowing its roots all over again. Seeing the mud flying a little and settling down to where it was. Thinking, “why was I away for so long?”. There are nostalgic tears in its eye, there is a sense of loss. But the gain was not to be taken for granted. It had to fly again. It had to leave it all behind and keep it only in its memory but only to return someday with its hand so full, that couldn’t ever be emptied again :’)

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