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The Blue


Somewhere
atop a lonely mountain,
a blue swan waits.
Waits to spread her wings–
and fly.
 
She waits
for the mate of her soul,
the one
who has seen her sky-dreams,
the one who will fly with her.
 
But the clouds call to her,
they speak to her in the language of freedom.
And she waits no more
And soars.
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