DARK BIRDS
dark birds
beaked white
white birds
orange
walking on the waterfront
sea is still
water clear
feeling to dive
that cold
walking on tha waterfront
you in my mind
pebbles underlie
you in my mind
who knows
maybe god your destiny
in the big city
maybe
lone
-jump-
whispers a voise
can’t do
can’t be alone
Yanantoz
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