It does not matter.
How pretty its wings are,
How its vast mind is abstract and filled with dreams,
How its eyes hold such loneliness.
If you love it so,
Then you let it go.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
