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Ingrid
written by: Evol
category: philosophical
A tiny yellow bird Ingrid has little space to fly.
It spends all the time dreaming of the sky,
Its eyes are dried out - it cried away all tears.
Its beak is so cute, its face's so sad with the absence of flairs.
Walking back and forth Ingrid is short of breath,
People's tender hands cannot replace the wind's caress,
People cannot feed it as the nature does,
Ingrid cannot spread its wings in the hellish grid, alas.
Can't stand the poor bird, cannot endure the loss of air,
It's eager to fly in the sky and wholeheartedly share
Its sad life story with the trees, the sun and with the air.
It really strives to enjoy the freedom, at stars to stare,
To talk with the winds, to chat with the neighbors,
To greet the nature every single morning.
Birds can also think of people to forget to lock the grid,
Birds can also hope to live own life being sweetly free.
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