Breezy is the morning,
yet,
you still cry.
The birds sing and our eyes see,
yet,
you still forget who loves thee.
How large can you open up your eyes?
How much has your brain processed so far?
Raise your hand,
move your feet,
your alive… why, because of?
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Author:
Niko Papadatos (
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