your sun is fake
as the plastic flowers that grows
like smell that is lost through the air
I am not sure what to feel right now
look at the sky looking for the true sun
but I see nothing, I'm blind
my ears hear trumpets high
is like a song and calls me to climb
and I will, without fear
open chest, wings open
Ready to Fly
without fear of falling down.
my fears
are like children falling to the ground
are like angels losing its purity
crying like dirty human.
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