Poem -
A mockery , to fly.
Where do broken hearts go to bleed,
Where do trapped birds go to be freed,
Where do the dead go to live again,
Tell me where my friend?
For to bleed, to cage, to die
Seeks no shelter within the sky
A mockery
To fly.
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Comments
Thank you Rene, what an awesome thing to say, :),
"true freedom came from within!"
love to you sweetie, nardine xoxo