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I wonder how much
a cloud weights? 1,000
pounds or nothing at all.
We look
how
we look and
we are
what
we are
but
eyes were never meant to be
avoided
open the window to
the soul and become
whole again
the wind
the stars
the sky
it's all
for
you
  Apr 2016 Whitney Van Meter
Sky
Leaves, like butterflies,
dance on the river of wind,
fluttering high.
I love catching you
smile even though you
think I didn't see
Hopefully you understand
me when I talk
because I sure don't
Was that little
glance toward
me on purpose?
I lift my head to look at
you but you were
already looking at me

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