Birds in this marvelous sky
I wonder if they would take me?
To fly anywhere, I’d fly into my memory.
The past is a warning of the wise
but to live these memories,
adjust regretful outcomes,
is an unconscious smile;
a relaxation of the body
so, I guess I’d rather be a fool.
I like to Remember to fly
to a past, chaotic and liberating.
Frozen in a bliss I was sure
would never depart my soul
pieces trail with me
always in memory
refilling me with enough
long as there are birds
in this marvelous sky
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