Inside the birdcage
The dreams are forbidden
They can become your reality
And teach you to sing
The only thing allowed here
Is knocking your silences
Hard to the bars
Like your death depends
On several things
Including the weather
So here I am
Cold and stiff I found myself
Living in a morgue drawer
Drinking wine and thinking of Paris
What a cheap image
When you have no one
To share the drawer with.
When I'll grow young
I want to become a horseshoe
And bring luck to a bird song.
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Alexandra Mihalcea / Blog
HORSESHOE (stupid shit :P)
Inside the birdcage
The dreams are forbidden
They can become your reality
And teach you to sing
The only thing allowed here
Is knocking your silences
Hard to the bars
Like your death depends
On several things
Including the weather
So here I am
Cold and stiff I found myself
Living in a morgue drawer
Drinking wine and thinking of Paris
What a cheap image
When you have no one
To share the drawer with.
When I'll grow young
I want to become a horseshoe
And bring luck to a bird song.
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beautiful work
Thank you :)