I collect the sky
On the wings of the bird.
I collect the bird
On this earth.
I am the earth of heaven,
The heaven is there
In the blank space of my mind.
My mind remembers you, dear.
And I swim in the ocean
Without fear.
I prefer to go
Alone on the road of the air,
And my heart beats all the stars,
And the stars came down fair.
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