By Ioulitta Savvidou
Fall from the sky and above,
Like a mourning black swan,
My breath, my breast took it away,
It was a rainy day.
No one knows my pain,
I missed my ride on a happy train.
Still, I’m fighting every day,
Still I’m figuring a way up to my old sky,
A swan wrapped up in a new form,
It reminds me of a bird thorn
Still I’m fighting every day,
Still I try to explain, is it me?
Is it my fault?
How is this gonna work?
Can I eat a lollipop?
Still I’m learning how to fly,
From deep ocean to blue sky…
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