Wings upon the air,
from cloth wrapped
around my wounds,
from you I do react.
I am a victim nature
gave acute symmetry
and soft gestures to
your eyes I now see.
Take flight anguish it
floats freely now see
what I am alone now
next to what could be.
Torn as if paper cut
to bone soarly bruise
does sight and sound
from hurt I did choose.
For normal do dance
the systems function.
Spirit and veins now
work in conjunction.
Ever since I beheld it,
the energy your soul,
I have won a compass
within now I control.
I’ll fly not like a bird of
the air but as if angels.
For conquer the grave
my love above dangles.
Beautiful and I love the image/meme!! Awesome 👏
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Your awesome Stella! Thank you dear! 😊
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You’re welcome:)
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Another phenomenally written piece. Heartfelt & moving!! ❤
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😊 Another wonderfully appreciated comment Kristian. You are kind as always. Thank you friend.
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So good!
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Many thanks my friend!!
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🙏🏼
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Wonderful work Jared!
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Thank you very much!
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I really love your writing!
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Thank you Alexis. I love yours too!
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Thank You!! 😊
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