i want to fly till clouds, high
and i don't know a reason, why
this air too weak to hold me tight
i want to spread my black wings wide
to fly away, to find the place
where no matter "no" or "yes"
under warm sun, above cold ground
where are no harming things around
but gods keep silence, no more hints
no direct roads, only kinks
under cold sky, among bad things
i want to spread wide my black wings
to fly – with no return or doubt
to place where light is shine, sounds – loud
to place of peace, where rainbow blinks
so let together spread our wings...
black wings of freedom
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