A flightless bird

A flightless bird, thinking

What’s there the other shore?

A confused mind, hoping

not to be forbidden anymore.

But the wings she had

will someday set her free.

Then she wouldn’t mind

Ashes or dust,

whatever be called;

coz then she would belong somewhere,

where she could fly,

without the fear of being blown.

A lifeless creature, wanting

to be adored forevermore.

A flightless bird, thinking

What’s there the other shore?

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