Waltfred Lee

Biography of Waltfred Lee

I have imagination enough to drown you, so close your eyes and take a dip.

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Fallen Birds

A bird that can't fly,
can't hunt like eagles,
like the fallen leaves dried,
between the thorn's tangle.

It's feathers dusted with dirt,
feet with broken claws,
wings that always hurt,
dreams filled with flaws.

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