My bereaved dream,
My estranged desire,
Tangled together ,
They trigger a fire..
A broken string of the kite ,
In the ratonale,in the hope,
In the qualms of time,
In the dwellings I cope,
Flying high,alone, in this sky of mine,
I get knocked, i fight,i therby twine,
I find a piece of cloud,
A piece I call my own,
Echoing the psalms
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