When we die, I hope
We turn into birds,
So we can teach the little ones,
How to live,
To be free.
Cause nobody taught us,
When we were young.
God,
Let us be the ones to free humanity.
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The lost art of Words.
Puisi"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
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When we die, I hope
We turn into birds,
So we can teach the little ones,
How to live,
To be free.
Cause nobody taught us,
When we were young.
God,
Let us be the ones to free humanity.
