The inner reflection

June 8, 2016

I started this world from darkness

I was then brought to the light

my mind is free, it's concious

flying but others cannot see

So I write, I write, I write

I want others to know who I am

My Spirit

Form far and near alike

We are one, but seperate

Feeling and thoughs only conved by words

Will this be sufice?

It can be heard

Read between the lines

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