Tedious.

I'd like to feel the same sense of the 
flying eagle knows when its wings 
strong load-bearing. 
I have a big miss my friend 
a man whose musical compositions, songs 
inside the everyday life of the joy of giving. 
I am I, and an important friend is you. 
All the words in the world at large 
Today the air flying grains. 
It is friendly as great feeling, 
its an eagle flying above the valley. 
I wake up this morning, I feel 
Inside the great nasty, 
from a friend, and philosophy. 
Words, voice, I miss so much. 
The world is here and now longing echo 
that is ringing in my ears in a deep sleep.