cotton top horizons
teal streaked heavens
gusts of winds in change procalim to maintain amidstt anticipated storms the refrain
"I will reclaim"...
come what may
new rays
bright days
emulated by hearts desires to fly as the bird in own flight
un-oppressed in belly filled with demons
seated by rows of 6 running back to front and front to back
heavily held with baggage and crowd
ready to free fall to embrace the call
the other side of silence
free of hate-full self-inflicted indulgence
untangable pains of hurts ... violence
cool poem
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