Not A Bird

I cannot move wing and fly away,
Cannot find the rock for the beginning.

Did you close your eyes?
Did you see swinging me on the cloud?

Sorry, I shall not come back at home again,
I play a life.

I missed the moon on the rock,
It’s not easy to be a bird.

by Rasa Sedleckyte

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