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Sometimes I wish,
To be a bird,
To fly afar,
Into skies of cotton candy clouds,
With wind, rushing, rustling, reviving,
My broken soul.
Then I remember,
That even birds,
May find themselves one day,
flying within a storm,
With splintered wings,
But they persevere,
In the face of such hindering adversity,
And continue their search,
Of a warmer tomorrow.
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Poetry❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
