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Mar 2014
The wild heart of paradise,
that wind whips through a violent storm,
the clouds a gloomy shade of grey,
pulsating with the raw power of air,
a single bird glides then drops,
growing far too tired of the endless sky
M Raowler
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   Ellie Elliott
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