My soul
open to the cruel world without any chance of survival.
My life always found under the nest of songbirds,
singing their hearts out for their children
who have just caught wind and flown away.
But one day the nest went quiet,
and the song birds' sweet melody went foul and broken
as their children fell to the ground and could not catch wind.
This is me under the chaos of the weeping songbirds
waiting for their children to get up and fly back home.

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