Saturday, April 12, 2008

Something small

Read this in a book now:

Bird alone, flying high
Flying througha clouded sky
Sending mournful, soulful sounds
Soaring over troubled grounds

- Words from a song by Abbey Lincoln

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

which song please? :-)

Ajeya said...

Feel like that sometimes

Mukta Raut said...

Hi crab,

I don't know what song this is from...just read the lyrics in a novel.

Ajeya...:-)

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