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There where copper-colored ponies.

And the air, it smelt like rain....

♥ Break me down ♥
4 August
She chose to walk alone

Though others wondered why

Refused to look before her,

Kept eyes cast upwards,

Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions

No need for earthly things

Only wanted freedom,

From what she felt were puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird

That she might fly away

She pitied every blade of grass

For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame

That brightly danced alone

Felt jealous of the steam

That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.

Some say she wished too long.

But we awoke one autumn day

To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say, stood witness.

The sky refused to tell.

But someone who had seen it

Said the story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide

Breathed in the break of dawn

She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.

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