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Yara Jul 2014
My wings beat towards the morning sun.

The oceans are alive beneath my feet.

A beautiful melody flows from my beak.

My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.
Yara Jul 2014
I lay on my back, absorbing the warmth.
I dream.

I look up at the sky.
I watch the clouds as they take shape.

I count the sheep,
They are swimming in the heaven's blues.

I think of the times I let my self tear.

I hope that i'm gazing at the same sky as You.
*Insanely ancient poem.*

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