To the Tree who Never set me Free

A beautiful tree

And the bird is me

We tried our best to make a beautiful nest

Too many storms at the place where we tried to build a home.

Because even during soothing rain, we still felt pain.

Because even when it was time for me to abandon the tree and leave, I never felt free.

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