May 28. 2025
I fly by like a bird, yet I have no wings. You kill me, yet I remain living. Not physical, not visible, yet I can be checked. But when you say I swing, my speed never changed.
May 28. 2025
I fly by like a bird, yet I have no wings. You kill me, yet I remain living. Not physical, not visible, yet I can be checked. But when you say I swing, my speed never changed.