Like a chick
I want to beak, break the shell
I want to get out and want to kick
Like the sparrows that flew fighting
For the first-day of spring
I want to fly
Like a kitten, a puppy
Like a baby goat, a lamb
Like a caterpillar, a frog
I want to break my water bag
I want to get out, cry; shout loud
Like a squirrel, groundhog
I want to raise my hands up
Wine-driven-drunk
Want to be tortoise
Out of egg heading for sea
I want to get lost in sand beach
I want me barefoot
Walking on warm sands
I want waves’ babies
Kiss my feet’s soles
I want to get out
Out of this hard sheath
To let my soul fly
To get out and die
Now it’s spring
Many come to life
Birds, geese and grass,
It is great time
Let me be gone-by
I have lived enough
Let me die in calm...
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