and being such dreams;
while loved, scent on a leaf.
Being turned, by a sparrow,
and how can one vein i know.
Heartbeat and cloud wings away,
by words between cotton skies.
Let me runaway and you come around,
my sky, i will come back around and see,
if you will you fly, out to meet so brief,
where air does billow.
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