Above the clouds the air is sweet - there is never an absence of light. Birds beat their way upwards hoping to reach those skies.
Your words like those birds - and here i am only catching this from the sound of your wings!
I long to catch sight of your face friend. To see what love has wrought in your eyes and peaceful face.
See! Love works wondrous things!
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Michael Bee
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