The sky was too clear But for the birds to fly The left ones on the ground Knew tears but wouldn’t cry Hard to believe Was it easy to find The dreams I perceive Become the nightmares of mind An illusion of the past Bright silhouettes running from shadow Hadn’t I let go too fast Could it be some easy to follow If only I knew earlier That wings are to fly Ignorance that no more I see Would still be alive Lost myself so they survive Left ones were the only My lonely demons inside The only ones who saw me cry -Poorwa
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