Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

Birds, birds, birds, birds…
Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves…
My imagination is wild today.

Birds, birds, birds, birds…
Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves…
I have nothing to feel or to say.

Birds, birds, birds, birds…
Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves…
I am tired of being a tree.

Birds, birds, birds, birds…
Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves…
I am tired of being unfree.

Birds, birds, birds, birds…
Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves…
I am tired of bearing fruit.

Birds, birds, birds, birds…
Leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves…
I am tired all the way to my roots.

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