I love to listen to the birds, and have their wings gently graze my skin: I am in awe of their colors and their grace. I would like to be a bird, to swore across the cotton-candy skies and feel such freedom as the wind rages away all my pain.
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PoetryMy soul within rages like a sea--it crashes against this world like the waves ravage the shoreline.
birds and wind and rage
I love to listen to the birds, and have their wings gently graze my skin: I am in awe of their colors and their grace. I would like to be a bird, to swore across the cotton-candy skies and feel such freedom as the wind rages away all my pain.