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 

This poem is about: 
Me

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