wings day

 




I look at the bird's wings and see him floating in the air in effort, working to be himself. It could mix to earn the fortunate friendship of a stronger animal and eat the leftover food with easier stepping indifferently, stepping harder the body against the amount superposed of others in search of its interests that resume in the survival of greediness. He would lowered and subjected to survive without wings. 

The work has of it, liberty.

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