Mar 2018
While I painted the bird,
It always flew,
For captive is too gross.
I wished to hope,
My heart always painted the hope,
But captive is too gross after all.
Bird and hope, best friends?
It always flew,
For captive is too gross.
I wished to hope,
My heart always painted the hope,
But captive is too gross after all.
Bird and hope, best friends?
