Melody

Tiny birds chirp to pull me back from

My own land of dreams.

In the middle of this big city, in a

Blue house among a sea of gray

And quiet bricks…

I still wake up with nature

Singing me good morning… With my feet

Cold like blocks of ice; with my

Eyelids so heavy and stitched together,

I still wake up with life

Singing outside

.

I can’t sing back; my

Throat doesn’t let my voice fly out, but in my heart

I follow the melody

.

ML

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