My Opera
About me
Broken wings
are fragile in the wind,
flipping and floundering
day after day
in the valley solely sing.
Her soul wears out the breast,
crying the murmur of spring.
Yet too late,
frigid gust sapped
her strength remain.
Flipping and floundering
untill we can not see
on her wings the amazing ring
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