And then the
two emeralds
pierced my soul
again.
The applause sounded
like the silent wind
as he was disappearing
in the cheerful crowd.
I followed his footsteps.
Far from the lights,
close to the leather car seats .
The moon persued us and
witnessed the moment when
the bird finally lost her wings
that were already broken.
Because she wasn't hit by a
white river stone, but by a
real diamond.
No one can take my freedom away
... Or so she thought