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light filtering through the trees...
her spirit now let go flying into the unknown sky suitcase packed with remnants of a former life goodbye tears shed hopeful tears in pause nowhere to land nowhere to be she was born all over again
everything new before her the old life shed away just like the caterpillar's cocoon time for her to fly spread her wings let her true beauty show let her soul sing of freedom every decision her own her spirit on the go
light filtering through her path...
By Ivy Rose, © 2013, All rights reserved
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