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"cannary" poems
When the morning comes My body moves by its own will I dont know why it moves without any purposes Walking out, go along the road, and come in to the mist I saw a little shadow dancing in the middle of this mist. Oh.... its only a squirrel dancing happily after found a cannary I saw another 2 shadows, hopping together and walking around. Oh... its only a couple of swan, celebrating their newborn child. I dont understand why this morning every creature feels ao happy in this dark mist. But i understand one thing. My body moved because it want me to dance, to celebrate one thing that make me happy this morning. I dont know what is it. May be it because my new shoes. Or may be it because my new job. Or may be it because of you.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
edo-yonathan
A Misty Morning
When the morning comes My body moves by its own will I dont know why it moves without any purposes Walking out, go along the road, and come in to the mist I saw a little shadow dancing in the middle of this mist. Oh.... its only a squirrel dancing happily after found a cannary I saw another 2 shadows, hopping together and walking around. Oh... its only a couple of swan, celebrating their newborn child. I dont understand why this morning every creature feels ao happy in this dark mist. But i understand one thing. My body moved because it want me to dance, to celebrate one thing that make me happy this morning. I dont know what is it. May be it because my new shoes. Or may be it because my new job. Or may be it because of you.
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