I accept you as you do.
I look at you the same as to flower.That was me who lost on your choice
The strongest you spoke as
I prefer exactly what you describe.
After your powerful projection
I forfeited your glow made up
My sight
And
presently
I accept you as you recognize.
After that
I allow you to speak your language
I keep listening to the roaring fogs
Your tone was not as bad as my voice
Your signal was not as bad as my insight.
Everyone's wording is different
I'll let you speak your poetic choice.
And
I will let you fly
like a bird Covering the sky,
piercing through the clouds
Lost in the vapour, live on the branches.
Always make it your height.
On the return, evening bring a hopeful face
Same as on the Nest.
Let be free, please go rise like a kite.
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