I am me
Looking out over the horizon
Tasting the sweet necture in the air
Looking to say goodbye again
Looking out for a share
Pages fallen over the ground
and I am surrounded with the comfort of nature
of purity, of strength, of freedom, of my writing
My hand goes across the page
a bird bursting through my skin to the air
butterfly wings sprout from my soul
the words flow naturally as if I was flying
My soul has been set free as my thoughts are placed on the paper
nothing stopping me, nothing in the way
these pages are of me
I am me
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