4.05.2016 г., 20:05

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in a dream
my arms were wings
that shed one feather
and in your hands
it found its way
to break the fall
you took it home
and wrote a letter

 

thought
ideas
opening
reach
contact
charge
growth
bloom

 

in reality
my thoughts go far
in search for warmth
and something happens
a whisper responds
it reaches back to me
and carries sparks
seeds growing into words

 

 

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