April
Sunday 13 March 2011 photo 4/8
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Like the wind you push me away when you so much as breathes. Like a feather I fall to the ground, but like the phoenix I rise up again to chase after you. But even though I have wings, you make me to weak to be able to fly. I am stuck to the ground while you - the wind - is still up there. When will I be able to reach you? When will I be able to fly with these wings?
When will we become one?
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