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Where am I? I was on a mountain peak some time ago.
I stretched my arms; I was a cross on the blue for a moment.
And then came the darkness. I don't even know when I lifted off.
The wind took one of my locks. I watched it
Dissapearing in the clouds; desperately flapping its auburn wings
Or was it a bird? I don't know. I feel like it's been eons ago.
Mist cuffs grasp on my ankles and waist, heavy and still light.
But my hands still reach for the milky skies.
For the people of the seven winds, where destiny brought me.
For so many sunsets, i watched them, flying higher than the sun.
I wanted to be like them, and here am I in the storms.
One only dream that didn't crash on the rocks...
I see the light. The wind stops. I fall.


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