Hi, guys, this is my first post, my name is cherry, granddaughter of the famous poet, Emilia Dering, she's great listen to this one
When Birds Fly I Die Inside
By Emelia Dering
I hate birds they make me cry, and have heat stroke
Birds are flying machines, one attacked my brother
My brother, he die, he die in pain, why birds why?
Birds fly like airplanes, I wonder if god modeled birds of airplanes?
I hate my mom, she still alive, but birds still die.
Why birds? Why, Why, Why?
