…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 .