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Feb 2013
The violent winds,
Keeps blowing me to places
I wonder the next

It will lead me to
would  I be lost or be found
or still caught up high

Free, will I ever
From your choosing or my own
chains that were bestowed

Fly and soar I long
On my own I can endure
Wings are healed and grant

You watch me take flight
Break away from the current
that you think you hold

Mountains I will climb
Seas, oceans, and lakes to swim
the skies I will rule

Fragrant lavenders
lush green colorful meadows
my home, here I come
When you're lost
fallen and can't walk,
Find your wings
and know you can soar,
back to your home.
erosandthanatos31nyc
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