Max Diniz Cruzeiro
Ode To Icaro - Poem by Max Diniz Cruzeiro
Watch the birds,
Happy around the world.
They ask for nothing, they charge nothing;
The little ones sing.
Watch the sun, the rain,
And the little ones sing.
We must be birdmen,
Of pure heart.
It doesn't matter;
But light, as plumes.
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