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This is me

the world from where I came

is guarded by a willow tree

bent over still waters

My face expression filled with

a poetry of tears

translation of my hearts voice

I have this memory

of screaming

-so loud-

I turn my head

watch because I can

-reflections-

against raven's wings

I have this memory

of dreaming how to fly