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Sunday, August 30, 2015

CONDOR



As you feel the swift wind
You start to stretch your wings
You take a glide
And take the pride

Your sound so clear
That echoes to the mountains
The sound like a hymn
A natural orchestra of the wild

You glide with beauty
That cannot be compared
You are the condor
Condor that glides

You may be a harm to others
But yet you are a beauty
Just like the tide that braces the shore
The water that swiftly falls

You are like a ballerina
So graceful
So perfect
And so beautiful to watch

There’s no mountain so high
There’s no plain so wide
A valley that can hide
Because of your wide eye
You are a condor.