FIRE BIRD
The horizon look so close when I open my wings made of fire
I burn myself everytime I stop flying, flying for my dreams.
The wind is my engine, the love my fuel.

 
FIRE BIRD
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FIRE BIRD

FIRE BIRD Painted with crayons and colours. The horizon look so close when I open my wings made of fire I burn myself everytime I stop flying, Read More

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