I need to fly at a moment
in the moonlit night
serving the legs of my soul
from the ground
getting rid of the weights
breaking my mind chains
I wish to reach the clouds
as a floating kites
thinking itself an eagle
the king of skies
flying like Erato
perching on an embracing branch
extending to the heavens
waiting in a tree of feelings
at a poet's lonely night
I want to burst in the lines
building nests inside the hearts
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