Sunday 15 February 2015

Let my veil hide my bleed
For the heart wants to fly
Kiss the sun; first ray
Yet my wings bear no wind

For a pair of wings
A gust of wind
As cobblestones
To a beautiful path

I wish to soar
Yet the depth of the sky like an abyss taunts
I fight
Yet i immolate

Now the burn
Has kept me warm
It may be cinders
Yet , warm

I seek no wind now
Yet i hope for
Like a princess
Chained to a tower

I feel grounded
I am
Yet my mind as an avian
Soars those misty blue hues

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