Birdieland (In Hamsterdam) Poem by Axinte Mihai

Feeding those birds...
The diamond staring seagulls...
The unprotected pigeons...
All are starting a fight for survival
along with my arrival.

And when i throw that potato slice i throw it like a dice

Alea iacta est.

From the East to The West.

The rest is the best.

Like in Matrioska puppets - inside seagulls rest the free blue butterflies… and inside also lies… unforgotten… untrue… untold… till there was you. And even more is resting inside -

the sharp razor shark's look… the running cyring mouse inside a random river soulish house -

the lovin', The hate. Above all the Fate.

Be wild be true be an exploding diamond geyser… but most of all be true to you.

I do feel like a haster in this big old Dam.

At home safe stay true fly high be rich no fears. Just YOU.

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