ostrich hobnobs among his winged friends
seeks the dreamy clouds
some see the shiny things
not the cheap glitter it shrouds
recklessness on the drawn screens
bated breath for the road
mirror the world of fantasy
and the breath starts to erode
Has it rained on the gardens yet? Has the sky shed its tears out of yearnings for change Have the reins on fury been pulled Has the sin been...
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