| Thee came to me suffering while me myself grieving! | Flap and get rid of thy disturbance since the day is short Wherefore thee come to me when the night falls? For the sake of the feather that covers thy body leave me to myself But before thee fly For the sake of the water that provides thee with pleasure and a space to sorrow Do not neglect the wind blowing in my heart For the sake of the branch, the scrawny shadow and wind whistles The night is waving at me, so be generous enough to give me a star of mine O poor wingless bird! Subscribe to the official channel to get the latest art releases goo |
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