Simple Little Words
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They say birds of a feather
flock together.
But maybe that’s why I feel under the weather.
With my body tethered to this world I sought a way to be liberated.
A creative child
Driven wild
By one’s own imagination
Thoughts abound
Running around
Dreaming of creation
No one knows
A story untold
Of one’s pent up emotions
