Sometimes, I Fly

One day Poetry handed me wings 

So, sometimes, I fly 

Now, I soar above what the world thinks

I am free to let myself be known

The sun kisses my tears away

birds let my song rise with theirs

clouds rain down the fullness of me

And saturate the earth 

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