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May 2016
I wish life could be a breeze.  
Like a bird’s flight, sunny, wind whistling
through the bird’s feathers, just soaring.  
Imagine how the actual bird feels,
without a care on its mind.  
Just flying through puffs of clouds,
absorbing the yellow rays…

Until the time passes,  
the storm comes, and
rips the bird apart.
surreal
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   ryn and GaryFairy
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