HUNTERS

QUIET, DON’T MOVE, HIDE IN THIS CAVE

DON’T BE NOTICED,

YOU ARE PREY

SEE AROUND YOU

IS HUNTING SEASON

AND THOSE HUNTERS ARE

WHAT IF I GROW?

WHAT IF MY FEATHERS NEED TO STRETCH?

WHAT IF MY IDEAS BUILD ME BRIDGES INTO FANTASTIC WORLDS?

WHAT TO DO WHEN I CAN´T CONTAIN MY LOVE WITH THE ROSE OR THE MEADOW NO LONGER? NO MATTER THE HUNTERS, I MOST MOVE AND TWIRL AND SING, LOVING ALL OF IT

WHAT CHILD?

WHAT DO YOU SPEAK ABOUT?

IN MY WORLD, NOTHING GROWS,

THERE IS NO FEATHERS, NO ROSES, NO MEADOWS

AND LOVE? MY CHILD…TWIRLING AND SINGING?

WHAT DO YOU SEE THAT I DON´T? WALK ME THROUGH IT, DON´T STOP

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