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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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A Token
I wish I were a bird Fragile wings unbroken Soaring high upon clouds of hope The flight of dreams naught but a token.. A token of affection, a symbol of love Floating past me on the wings of a dove.. I wish I were a bird To be free as the air, to give not a care Sights seen from miles above, noises cease to exist I would fly far from here, and disappear into the mist... I wish I were a bird So fragile and free, not hardened by life Not burdened by stones around my neck I would travel so high and far On the wings of a bird.... raw || truth |