I am almost sure I posted this one before... but I found the napkins where I wrote these words in 2009 and felt like sharing them again...
every time my wings are about to fly, there is no wind
every time I feel my flames burning, there it comes the rain
seasons have already shown their nuances to me before
and now I cannot notice them like back then
and even if I try to bring the sun inside
I wonder when will it shine out there again
because I am tired of looking with my eyes closed.
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