Please
The eternal quest
My self undone
To complete my being
My hearts desire
To attain such riches
Minds unravel
Souls Weep
Judge not who
But rather what
I could be
Please
The eternal quest
My self undone
To complete my being
My hearts desire
To attain such riches
Minds unravel
Souls Weep
Judge not who
But rather what
I could be
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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