As it was


A rose wine sky
an eagles whine
a clouds floats by, a day so fine wrapped in a shawl
and I shall hear the buzzards call.
Thermal draughts,hyena laughs
Lions roar.
My spirits soar,
I am set free, 
the day becomes a part of me.

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