... | final version
translated poem:
flying dreams
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samsara
In my dream, I have wings
I move the world with my breath
Morning, powerless
Gravity is not conducitve for me any more
relentless time
too short duvet
I move the world with my breath
Morning, powerless
Gravity is not conducitve for me any more
relentless time
too short duvet
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