From: “News from Paradise”
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I spread the batwing arms
as I glide
over the whole world
I am a lone traveller
through the times
epochs, science, history
I breathe in all the knowledge
everyone is willing
to relay to me
I soak my soul in strife
I take care of everything gently
brushing the masks of disappointment
and easing the tensions of fast connections
to come to the end
of the brightest sea
view
which fills me in
to the last drop of conscience
to splash and sprawl
in the deepest yet
benevolent streams
being the true version of myself
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BA in Cultural Studies
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Comments (2)
This one I not only appreciate, I like it, too. Beautiful. Soaring high, taking in whatever there is to receive, free to be the you you want to be.
Nice❤️