My Wish
So boundless and cold –
And sea seems to me –
Too small...
I’m just a burd, the wind –
Wanderer;
I’m like a star: it’s like me –
Traveller.
The Sun is gone astray.
There, above
I don’t wanna stay –
Not now...
In the flock o burds,
School of fish
I get to the place I heard –
My wish.
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