Mediu
From a painted sky, a clear blue moon smiles down on me.
Lack of ambition,
lack of submission
or simply lack of despair?
A bird tarries her flight full of life on my arm.
With cries of confusion,
and fear of illusions,
she swims through the waves of the air.
A whisper from now, a tear from then and a sigh from forever.
Those who repent,
will never forget
the cause of their distress.
A lonely star,
of here and there,
of near and far,
of glimpse and stare,
shines now on the horizon of my dreams
and there it seems
to have been set
forever...
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