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Apr 2015
Sparrows blue perching just inches away
from my feet,
I stand and touch the sky-
taking fistful of a white wet cloud in my mouth.
I love how the butterflies weave
a flower crown
and the tall, young man wearing the straw hat
plays his flute
for me.
Maria Imran
Written by
Maria Imran  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Caitlin Jesse, NV, --- and Arlo Disarray
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