Feather of a lonely bird

For Sure, that time will witness my suffering.

Fixing in the air, the failure of another wing.

Used to travel with a bunch of fellows at the far end of life.

With my furs, i can witness the bravery of the Roman empire.

The Persians's rich sapphire, burning deep inside the gleams of hella fires.

The same, I can too, witness, men's vile actions toward my crib.

The infinite crying of the amazon, for my peers rushing in deep,

through the ashes of the dying horizon, long neck, head dipped.

I fly past the desert, to the picturesque adventures of the mountains.

Seeking to soothe my thirst, and to put at rest my unconditional feathers.

Before i take a forever flight to, wherever i can find life goals' winners.