<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a migrating bird</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! migrating bird, <br>In this branch<br>Thy hours are limited.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from thy nesting place, <br>It is a sojourn<br>In search of springs and copse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the plains, <br>And into the windy dales, <br>It is a long flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here and there, <br>Where the streams meet and depart, <br>A few nights are spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thee leave the taverns, <br>Thy acquaintances, sprawling meadows, <br>To meet thy destiny yonder hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, among the bush and alcove, <br>We gather a few feathers, <br>Casting a glance unto the trail of thy flight.<br>Here, within passing life and dream, <br>We gather a few pebbles to feel the lost horizons.<br>************************************ **************************<br>This is the sum and substance of our acquaintances too. In our office we get new acquaintances and they leave us one day on account of a transfer or we leave them on our retirement and so forth. Our life is a sojourn for that matter. We will be leaving our native haunts. We will be leaving our cities. We will be leaving our circle of friends. The story thus continues.......</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ravi+Panamanna">Ravi Panamanna</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580043" data-title="To a migrating bird de Ravi Panamanna" data-description="Oh! migrating bird, In this branch Thy hours are limited. Far from thy nesting place, It is a sojourn In search of springs and copse. Across the plains, And into the windy dales, It is a long flight. And here and there, Where the streams m..."></div> </div> </div>

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