I have the wings but I cannot fly When the stomach was empty the winds were sharp and taut, the heart throbbed with the desire to gather food
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I have taken the flight for sustenance I flew with the winds with birds
But the moment the stomach was full Wings grew flabby the desire to fly dimmed Now the body has turned blue as if the poison has entered the veins It stinks now the songs within have it's cadence The will to go back to the nest What wish what longing the new nest has entered my bones like mercury Now Whenever the flock of birds flies over my head winding its way to its home a crane falls apart writhes in my chest In the backyard of my house when birds twitter in the evening the ambers under my feet start emitting fire I then like the Ostrich ashamed over its feathers Bury my head in the sand mourn like penguins beating its feathers on its stomach I steer into dark nights fire in the grave stuns and leads me astray the roaring seas of the heart pierce the splitting waves and surge the voice of dead souls begin to reverberate Before the nights prevail on the scene when fire again hides in the graves my heartbeat stops for a while Then I think why these souls are not at peace when they are not blessed with salvation what graves await them! All of a sudden in the dazzle of mercury lights Like a traveller I search the pockets of my present and desperately try to board the departing train of time I run frantically with all these feathers I cannot fly https://steemitimages.com/DQmPeSvtmPjprvH8i93nVbQEWu9zcuyRL6YU45XnqrmtxM3/image.png Join us on Discord: https://discord.me/SteemBulls