The sound of my day.
Nobility without kings when I approach and touch her
Caresses my body while cleaning me inside
And it fills me again with a simple breath.
But from afar she gets me to look at her again
and when observing her
I see that anger.
It is contained.
The innocence she had
Has become harmful.
Your blue blood is now red
She hits the rock hard
Asking for shelter
Burning creature that clings to the earth
and denies oblivion.
Trying to save herself in something colder.
Too afraid to realise that this is not her status.
She is soft and dreamy!
Full of life...
She wants to return where she belongs
Neither fly nor walk
and breastfeed their ones who wait
For her madness to go away.
Let them be taken for granted.
Howls drowned by the bird's song.
Dragons emanating from the same faithful past.
Millennial ancestors who do not understand evil.
Fly Sea blow away
Before it's too late
Run away from us
Because they are no longer present
Because they won't save you