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Landscapes
I look outside;
the landscape that I see
is like a mirror
of the one I find inside of me,
these days –
the naked silhouettes of trees
against the sky.
I look outside my window
and I wonder why
you left me,
though you said
you never would –
I love you,
although I no longer should.
I look outside my window
at the birds
that cross the high.
Their circling remind me
of how I would like to fly
and disappear in to the power
of your hands,
but now I know that I don't have
the slightest chance
to reach you –
to be safe inside your heart,
and I am better off
when we're apart.
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