free

huddled,
for lack.
and closed up tight,
thus blinded
to the sweet harmony of
THE MOMENT,
Fear conquers
the magic within,
turning your gold
to lead.




a tamed heart may never
wield the flame
of desire.

sheltered eyes
shall never touch the depths
of this soul.



and as I soar
with ashen wings of gold,
upon the silver winds of time,
i celebrate a beauty of a life untold.


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