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When, I need a place to think I think of this poem.

Submitted:Feb 17, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Raising my had towards the sky.

Dreaming that I could fly that high.

Seeing all the birds that fly by.

Wishing to feel the white clouds.

Breathing the fresh mountain air.

Feeling the warmests of rain.

Liseing to the silence of nature.

Thinking about the beauty of this place.

Fearing that this world will never last.

Running to a place in the past.

Adjusting to a normal life.

Acknowleding the life I can never have.


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