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Mar 2020
I sit, my mind empty.
My thoughts flew away.
Carried with the wind,
And forced me to stay.

On an adventure.
Leaving me behind.
Past the mountains, through the seas,
To see what they can find.

Taking inspiration.
Soaring with it, fast.
Bringing me ideas,
Tight within its grasp.

But for now, I wait.
While my thoughts fly free.
Waiting for the ideas,
They will bring to me.
Isabella
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Isabella  19/F/USA
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