I saw so many white feathers today,
Stretched against the green grass.
The birds must have moulted,
Slowly becoming.
Thrusted into this world,
Without a choice
Do they ever think of themselves as liabilities
Just as I have done?
I saw so many white feathers today,
Stretched against the green grass.
The birds must have moulted,
Slowly becoming.
Thrusted into this world,
Without a choice
Do they ever think of themselves as liabilities
Just as I have done?
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