Vibrating (Poetry)

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I walk, walk, walk

Green is the way

I devour the landscape,

I jump as a child,

I breathe, the wind,

Free tickle my wings.

I scream, I run, I jump

Freedom undresses me,

I feel the love,

Vibrating in my pores,

Bidding for his freedom.

I am wrapped,

They shake me

Vibrating, I spread the wings.

So high flight,

Do not return,

The scenery is so beautiful,

The air so clean,

I disappear