Do you ask a bird
Does it likes the sky?
No
But still it flies
Beyond limits you dream
Beyond limits it dreams
Heights
Where the sun blinds
Even the shuted eyes
Feeling , where
You know you can't fly more
You know you have flied enough
Its the death , all you want
But Oh to be cursed by wings
Oh to be a bird.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
Do you ask a bird
Does it likes the sky?
No
But still it flies
Beyond limits you dream
Beyond limits it dreams
Heights
Where the sun blinds
Even the shuted eyes
Feeling , where
You know you can't fly more
You know you have flied enough
Its the death , all you want
But Oh to be cursed by wings
Oh to be a bird.
