Tell me why should I not enjoy it,
when it's pouring down.
The feathers spreading their wings all ower the floor.
For the first time free.
It's heavy to breathe.
It's starting to rain.
Relief as the rivers krossing, mixing.
A scorching feeling as the rain wash over the birds.
Am I finnaly going home?
Are you there?
The rain is taking over.
The ink slowly disolving.
Beeing washed away.
Away from this cruel world.
Farewell
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