flying free
as if my eye had opened
in a bird's wing
as if a light wind
could wave with a gesture
larger than life
towards things that pass
almost unseen
as if the moon
circled inside me
and not even tide
with its ancient breath
could keep me apart
from the sky
forever
as if
i flew free
as if my eye had opened
in a bird's wing
as if a light wind
could wave with a gesture
larger than life
towards things that pass
almost unseen
as if the moon
circled inside me
and not even tide
with its ancient breath
could keep me apart
from the sky
forever
as if
i flew free
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