The Morning Sun (4)

The morning bird’s wings
fluttering the blow wind to my hair
I remember the words there
Is it your whisper ?
do you want to say something about direction ?
The street long straight , cold and stiff
those are the street you must pass
I guess this street has end there
in the melancholy eye, in horizon

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