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Like birds,

Whatever the color,

We all have the ability to fly.

The world is such a small marble, comparably,

When viewing it from the sky.

Perspective my beautiful lover, forever to be

Rarely shows up in the infant's eye.

A dream is nothing but a untouchable

misty steam, unbearably,

Hopelessness to a degree

If we fail to apply vision

and let the picture die from the bite of a flea.

Let the sun's beams

show up every dark shadow

and every skilled lie

flowing down the corrupt stream.

Then and only then will care have the ability to see.

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Robert Anthony James

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