2.04.2024

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the bird that rise.

I hear the sounds of the forest.

You exist in the softness of winds,

You exist in the heat of the sun,

You exist in the flight of birds.



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My heart wants to beat like the wings of the bird that rise. I hear the sounds of the forest. You exist in the softness of winds, You exist ...