I saw the dream. I had two wings,
They were bound of stout strings.
I couldn't fly in wides of sky.
I had to wait what life will brings.
I seated on the top of rock
And fetched a dreadful sore squawk:
I want to soar above the ocean!
My soul is full of a lot of emotions!
To see from heaven place of birth!
And see four sides from South to North!
I ripped the strings across of edgy stone.
And flew above dark water blown.
I got a freedom, got the wind.
I quietly with happiness can lose my mind.
Dream
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