The Bird Without Color!
- Pedro Panza
- Jan 4
- 1 min read
Pedro Henrique Panza
Once upon a time, there was a bird without color.
Without love.
Living behind branches.
Why the wings?
If you can't fly,
If you can't live.
The moment he touches them,
He doesn't feel them.
The real question?
Or the fact that it doesn't fly?
Trying to understand what it means to live.
Eternity has passed without living.
From time to time, without thinking.
Looking only at the past
That will never return!
Are birds truly free?
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