Different days, bitter days
Where does the sun rise?
Smiles, laughter, sadness, worry,
Is this the sound of life?
Envy.
When trees have not a care,
When flowers are left to stare,
As birds fly and sing,
so carefree.
Love.
Birds flying together,
The clouds hugging the sun,
Platonic yet imaginary.
Envy, Love, Envy, Love,
different days, bitter days.
 
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