free my soul caresses his fate,
colors the wings of the wind and blue
vent my essence.
The sky is tinged with white inside me and I climb at high altitude cloud
listening to the harmony of energy that renews itself. A yellow ray
me scratch heat, a fire
are now powered by wind and oxygen
glows red, and blue
purest, reach for the
sun.
Eve.
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