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Mind Fragments Poetry

Defined By You

Like a flower in the spring, you show me colours that feel so free, and yet I drown in the water of everlasting sun.

Give me the strength, I thought to myself, and you looked at me with the gooey eyes, telling me you ain´t a saint.

I fly with the river, the hawk and the critter, so don’t be surprised when I show at the dock.

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