I am bored of wishy-washy words,
Weak messages, ordinary people,
Have just released all inner birds
Let's keep them free, free for a little,
I see them rising up in vast
An endless room, with no edges,
They're loosing dullards in the dust
They feel no fear,they have no hedges,
It's getting dark, perched on the moon,
They"ll sing some songs from cheesy movies
And bewildering array of stars,
Till the noon,
Will master their craft in creating new beauties,
I have released my inner birds,
To bring me zest and inspiration,
To tussle with murkiness,
Being honest and terse,
To borrow wisdom from those curves...
They've been too long in isolation!
I have released my inner birds
© Copyright: Джемма Яшина, 2017
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