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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

a bird

a bird

a bird
fresh paint on its wings
whistled to me
in the forest of magic

i heard laughter
i followed
lost my way
no hand to hold

my fear
waited in shadows,
my desire
jumped out of emerald lakes,
crocodiles

i met
myself in a corner
smiling at me

i met an old man
who told me:
it's all in the mind

then
i forgot.
now
i am awake

in a void
to be reborn
and i shall do it myself,

walk and smile at birds

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