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Feathers
November 27, 2011
Flying birds streak across the moonlit sky
Their cries are silent but loud as day
I hear the sky
I feel the howl of the wind
Chilling my soul
To the bone.
Wondering.
Notes drift in my mind
Neon colors of pink, yellow, and blue
I close my eyes.
And now, my mind is open
It is easiest to see when blind
I feel. I hear.
Yet, why must we always crave more?
The air flowing into me
It clears my head
Breathe.
Feel.
Live.
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