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Mar 2016
Take me with You to my language
I’m whirling in the wind
whispering an echo of things
touching eternity
take me to the thought I almost have
my feet are dancing with reality
dancing beyond the beauty of cosmos
Where can I free myself
I’m the dancer of the inner world
my soul melts in light
Written by
Anna Banasiak
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   blackmarketcat
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