1000 love poems read
about the sense of soaring, flying,
using the stars for navigation.
I realized that wasn't me, never was.
I am too much of this earth; 
Of this joking earth, to be fair,
The world is too much with me.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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