Painting water on feathers.
With a box of paper peddles.
Reaching for the light.
Without getting into any fight.
All they need are sky juice.
Just need those right tools.
And it’s a shame, i know.
If those leafs just won’t fold.
Something is not meant for you to say it yourself.
Not even for the others to judge.
-C.K.-
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