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Fly, My Heart

My heart wanders like a bird or a cloud on some days,

Leaving my body here,

And taking off to places far off,

Today I'm in a spiritual city,

Roaming in it's lanes,

Eating it's street food,

And reminiscing conversations,

I had there,

And I let my heart wander,

Allowing it to go wherever it wants,

Not wanting to trap that courageous little thing,

With the comstricts of time.

Fly, my heart,


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