Sky inspires me to open my wings ;
Birds inspire me to soar higher .
Trees inspire me to stand firm ;
Flowers inspire me to look bright .
Category: poem
BONDAGE, Poetry by Christiane Prévost
Sleepless nights with the scarlet tops
The mices wander in the streets Drunk with blood, The tears have been shed And streams the fountain Of the deaf yoke of bondage
Bitter heart
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