Copper Statue of Limitations
Or somewhere
where we go
when the birds we hope are guiding us
Follow a path
that’s been created
with pure intentions
When the birds are calling,
find me following
where the water goes
It flows
like running words
through my mind
If only I could find a way
to make the words
mimic the birds
and fly away sometimes
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