Sometimes, I Fly
One day Poetry handed me wings
So, sometimes, I fly
Now, I soar above what the world thinks
I am free to let myself be known
The sun kisses my tears away
birds let my song rise with theirs
clouds rain down the fullness of me
And saturate the earth
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