Poetisk: The black birds song

The music… angry and beautiful.
And it will fill the cracks inside…
and transform this disease to a black flower…
in it sad garden that’s my own.
The lonely birds will sing their songs.
When I passes trough into the trees…
And I leave all that I’m knowing.
And the broken security I feel safe with.
And the birds’ song, will keep me company,
through the dark forest, I know I’m passing through.
And when the compact darkness press me down…
But I know that I’ll still be alive.
When the birds wakes me,
with their tears as fall like rain from the grey sky.
And I will rise up from this grey ashes.

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