Tonight,
I'm thinking of the past.
I recall a girl who
wore a blue sweatshirt.
Soft like a feather.
A feather is gentle.
I remember that this girl was
friendly and kind.
The girl with the blue sweatshirt.
She wore her hair back in a pony tail.
Soft like a feather.
A feather is genlte.
I remember this girl seem different than me.
Different in a good way.
I thought to myself in the past
I could learn from her.
Soft like feather.
A feather is gentle. ...to the beginning...
Reflections
I can see these reflections.
When I'm dreaming.
In another place far
from my normal life.
I dream of a place.
I can run free.
I'll like to howl at the moon
like a lonely wolf does.
To be free to love.
Theses reflection of myself.
I'm standing in front of a mirror.
I wink at myself,
I am staring at only myself.
My reflections of good and bad.
Lie in my spirit. ...to the beginning...
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