Spread wings full of relief.
Wandering on irregular paths.
Breathe in the fresh natural scent.
Untouched by the deadly scent.
I want to be free from pressure,
Like the birds on the evening.
High aired with melodious chirping is also syahdu,
Without anyone hunting.
Even if I do not get,
I just want one thing.
'Depressed in goodness'.
Not on painful apostasy.
