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Sep 2014
As I am trapped here
in this class,
I see birds making
their free-will
a reality.
Only following
its instinct,
of where the wind
could push him
higher and higher.
Not ever looking back,
not once,
but only living his
life.
Only wanting to feel
the wind
caress his wings,
but also
hoping to find love.

Freedom and love.
I'm really sitting down in class and seeing birds fly.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
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