White birds

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June 13th

In the heights, I flew, blinded by your radiance, almost blind, yet still higher, hope glowed like fire. How beautiful it was to follow you, to dream of how you would be with me, beside me.

A wonderful person you would be, despite dark signs, that I might have seen in the real world, yet I ignored and I flew like a white bird, higher and higher, far from the world.
Believing that fate could not part us.

But I was deceived,
For I saw you, the only one
among many ravens, without any reason, clinging to her. From afar , I saw it.
The words you gave to her,
Was there more?
I asked myself.

My skin torn apart,
the fluff formed clouds,
My feathers flew away.
Only a single feather, a true one,
landed on the ground- the real one.

(Valentine, 15)

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