A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.
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Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't... you are right.
by Victoria ChangThe birds come back
but they don’t tell us stories.
Their wings remember nothing,
are never knowledge.
We don’t remember our birth,
when a mother dies, it’s gone.