I want to be in my own deserted island

I don't care.To me, you can sing like a bird, that won't make you look strange at all.And you would ask me: ,,Which bird would I be?"I won't blame you - you're not a nature child, so you don't know any names of birds.
Then I would look at you with my big eyes wide open and suddenly say: ,,I want to go to my own deserted island".My voice would sound as soft as wind, touching sand.
I would imagine me there.Alone, of course.
,,Do you like sand?", you ask again.
,,No, I just respect the way it's flexible and strong.So strong, it can lift anything".I want to lift those heavy feelings and don't brake apart.

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