they broke my wings
delayed my flight
are jealous of my colors
I have from the air?
I can not fly
or only in the valley
not inclined thermals
it is just my fall
we flew ever Friday
and dolden the sun
forgot the flowers
you played with me
wings which raised
flutter in go
eyes that looked
in a care-free existence
we quite often
spoke in odor
brought the nectar of love
and later hangover
the flower is dead
my wings are gray
the flight is too short
to fly to you
Is het wat??
You are free. Free to dream, to love, to laugh and find peace. Free to be you and happy.
