floats around
like the wind in the skies
free as these flock of birds
they make sound with no shame
fears no one
and loses no one...
when they show their true natures
i see children running back and forth
again, the windows of my soul have opened
the reality begins to lash its villainous thorns
i want to be with people of my kind
they're the strangers in my dream last night.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
