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I used to fly;touching the
sky;testing wings on the breeze
above... I rose,I soared;never wanting more;the wind seemed such a thing to love... I swooped,I swayed;on mere air I played;learning what laughter really means... Yet;gusts blew stronger;playful no longer; to earth I fell on broken dreams... Now;...I don't fly;Oh no,not I!On my feet,I am again... Still;summer's sighing;or pixie's crying?Calls me out,into,this;empty wind!... |
