Birds... So many of them...
And none is for me.
Fairy tale's ones are only
In an imagination world of mine.
Lost firebirds on picture's reality
Which I truly hate.
There everyone is special
Except me. For some reason
This special kind wish to destroy me...
For unreal view of life, I suppose,
But that's not important.
The point is I still alive,
Still exist in the hateful reality.
Oh, what an ugly world!
Without magic birds!
Nothing to do here at all.
All goes to ruins in the end.
Dust and unspoken tales is sad truth
When stones and rocks are silent from pain,
When no magic birds with them.
20.2.2022
Magic birds
© Copyright: Вета Минина, 2022
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