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Jul 2020
My wings are broken
And I keep falling down
So much to say but no word coming out of my mouth
Can't keep up with this weather
Maybe I should fly south

Feathers on the ground
Wounded and broken, clouds are
so far away
I can se the Sun, yellow and gleaming
Free as a bird in it's literal meaning
Written by
Blouth Minders  21/M/Croatia
(21/M/Croatia)   
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