| Open Poetry #44 |
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A poem ? |
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KRU DK New Member
since 2009-05-13
Posts 4Denmark |
The mildest wind would carry me away, though the toughest storm would do nothing. When I look into the sky, I am jealous, what a joy it would be to just fly by. Not to think, not to worry, don't let others on you hurry. Be yourself, and no one else. |
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