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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