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If one could fly.
Submitted:Mar 4, 2013 Reads: 13 Comments: 7 Likes: 3
Peace and Quiet
Wisps of fog drift past, up here in the clouds
Looking down on chaos, and people on the run
The sound of car horns, “Get out of my way!”
The organized clutter of everyday life
Is far, far away, down below
Ordinary hopes and dreams have no meaning here
Here, all is peace and quiet; turn inward to yourself
In these clouds, you float free and discover
Hidden truths about yourself
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