Visit From Celestial Winds.

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I knew the fullness of day to be a mystery.
Without hesitation, I folded my heart away,
preferring to draw on lined paper
and store away the fantasy of flying.
Holding my breath, confining myself
in white, copious landscapes inside,
there was never a voice to change the mind's shadow.
Then, I realized the windows were propped up
from a late night wandering around my room,
wishing for a break to stale dreams.
Moving closer to that one window,
sliding across shelves and piles of books,
I saw the brilliance I had feared for years
that sunlight, a beam able to warm your flesh.
This time, when I let my cheek graze the screen,
I didn't hear the restless chirps and belches
of insects, nature's most worrying characters.
Instead, a warm but open breeze beckoned-
and I knew my moment had come
to experience the rush of love rising,
around a world moved by butterfly's wing.

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