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Mar 2014
The sky used to be bright
but now the clouds conceal the sun  

Climbing down from the highest branches
the wind urges me to let go
My wandering mind would soar to the clouds
while my fragile body fell to the ground

I took aim and fired
but my arrow was lost among the leaves
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