Don't you think birds are like sails

just like to go with the wind

 You don't see the swallows that fly in the rain

 And a kite rising from the wind

 Fly against the wind

 And they rise on the air


I have enough patience

To wait for a windrise

Like a black bird

To fly from a sunset

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