Where can I find you, my dear precious words?
Please, do not stir fear in you and flee like birds.
Flapping away from the innocent child,
Who chases the beauty in your stillness.
Unruffled feathers laying on my mind,
Gray feathers wrap my eyes leaving me blind.
I find in the darkness why their gray calls,
It screams, to me in the dark that I lie,
Fact, there’s a collection of color in the sky.

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