The chirping sounds of birds
Flying around my head
The churning sounds of music
Making everything feels no bored
The ode of the wind through my ear
The sound of nostalgia of childhood
Soft and sweet to feel and hear
In the heart of our fear
Maybe the peace will start a war
And the sky will no longer have stars
The moon will no longer reflect the sun
And all we can see is the son.
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poesía𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
