She was suppose to be mine. I hers. We were suppose to be like the birds.

There is a way to touch the angels of the skies: Gaining the trust of birds!

First came him, then came I, then he came again and then I was lost forever.

There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see...

She wanted to know if I loved her, so I texted her a picture of a dead bird.

The birds of anonymity fly high above in our shared sky. Witness their beauty.

though what bird in the best of circumstances does not look a little stricken?

Maybe one day I could fly all over the world and meet other interesting birds.

A bush-warbler,Coming to the verandah-edge,Left its droppingsOn the rice-cakes.

With birds flying around, man’s desire for having wings rises to infinite!

I don't feed the birds because they need me; I feed the birds because I need them.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...

Birds of the same feathers flock together, and when they flock together they fly so high.

Feed the birds in winter; in return, they will feed your soul with the look of gratitude!