My wings, white as light,
emminating profoundly so bright.
As I stroke them through the air,
I let the wind give me back my freedom.
The higher my wings carry me,
the greater the feeling of pure solitude.
The sky is mine, for I am alone,
no other whom to share this gift with.
As I roar throughout the heavens,
I can see all, and it is so astounishing.
As I great the sun high above me, I grin,
As I gloom at oceans a many below, I smile.
My movements as swift as the wind itself,
my skin as soft as silk, eyes as bright as red rubies alike.
I am a boundless treasure, one only you can see,
If you can, hold me close, keep me safe, and I will.. I will belong to thee..
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'Ode aan Scatterheart' - 'Rotzooien deed je in 2000 op de achterste rij.'
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