A bird without wings, feeling with its heart
The narrow sky is not yours, but mine, the beautiful meadow
Sitting on the roof of the house, peeping at the beautiful flowers
I can enjoy everything that is easy for me
The taste of life without narrow bonds
Only a bird knows the joy of growing flowers
A basket full of fragrant flowers plucked from thorns
Tomorrow, come and wear your head
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I like your style of writing and where your words go as they wander on the screen. I love birds, so naturally I could not help but click this one. I like these lines โOnly a bird knows the joy of growing flowersโ weโve got a lot to thank the birds for, and perhaps a lot to envy. I also like this one โ Tomorrow, come and wear your headโ very deep, itโs like a lingering thought, where the meaning only hits you on a random day. Outstanding piece!
Good one
Very nice. Only a bird knows the joy of growing flowers. ๐ฆ
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