Change of heart
So I lift my right hand
Short sleeve, shirt orange
Bend index, rub my eyes
Must confirm I am right.
Bird slow, limps to walk
The left wing has fallen
It drags on the ground.
Can hear words in heart,
Both of hate and dislike
They lose, run; empathize
Is busy wearing crown.
The bad thief ugly bird
Is seen as: “poor seagull”.
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