…and it tickles the grass so green , over the horizons of esteem . 

Brushing past hills and windmills , going through a thousand memories . 

Feathers and wings 

Broken and fluttering . 

Trying to fly , it falls downwards 

Towards the oceans that contain depth and sorrow 

Sadly , no tommorow , can heal the yesterday . 

Do you see ? I even dreamed of your cruelty . 

– 👑

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