There are birds of your age
Who still sing in the nest
They live by the day
They care less about the next.
What is it that you think that gets you pressed with no rest?
Relax and be fine
Of all creatures,
You are the best.
If birds still sing,
You deserve nothing less.
M.O.A
©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.
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