It flies around
Within me,
All awhirl,
Like a buzzing
Bluebottle.
I chase it,
But,
It never is
Where I look.
I must open the window,
Let it come to me,
Gently waft the air,
Until it finds its way
Towards the clear blue sky.
It flies around
Within me,
All awhirl,
Like a buzzing
Bluebottle.
I chase it,
But,
It never is
Where I look.
I must open the window,
Let it come to me,
Gently waft the air,
Until it finds its way
Towards the clear blue sky.
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