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Flying life

As I see the morning dew on the petals of the rose,
I can't help but wonder how did that get there,
The bluebirds fly from the trees sing in melodic voices,
I say to them I wish to fly like thee but I am grounded,
You are not grounded the bird said to me,
For your spirit flys free among the clouds,
So I let go and my spirit flew not knowing when to return,
To fly among the clouds, was a long needed vacation.




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