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Mar 2017
As I sit here above the sky
And look upon the clouds
I stretch my mind far and wide
As much as it allows

The further I set out about
The sea above the land
It covers and clears, and covers and clears
And without a doubt expands

The tiny lights and tiny fields
It's as if I am a God
With one quick wipe I clean the land
Or upon a town I trod

Yet I can't help feeling like a lonely bird
Upon my wings today
However, it's quiet nice to feel alone
It has its own strange way
I seem to appreciate the smaller things
Like orange rising up from grey
David Doran
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David Doran  Ireland
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