Theres something in the air.
No single sign of bonding, or glare,
until someone can trully bear
the subtle difference that separates
old variables, constance and shifts.
The more the outside floats
the more the inside drifts.
As all flying creatures getting high
seem an whole starting to unify
softly they cover up a desguise
a black shadow, confronting wind screams.
achieve greatness bigger then their own size
achieve clear visions between the steams.
The biggest and controversial growth a single creature can reach.
A state of fullfilness, inexplicable not shareable by speech.
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Love your poetry, it’s so good. Saludos
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Poetry is somehow the most powerful voice of my own dream, expectations or even delusions in our lives. Thank you for reading my between blanks!
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