The Bird
Has the world something to give?
Except thirst, expectations, dreams.
It was always an understanding, compensation,
an endless venture….nowhere.
Look into you,
the sky waits,
with every passing cloud,
discover a new faith.
Long to travel,
to where the stars came,
and love began,
…………Oh ! It was a dream again.
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