Poem XIX
I saw you dragging on the ground
longing I let you be free.
I hoped you didn’t find out
one day you could spread your wings.
Would you go to the west or east?
With those emerald eyes
you thought the time was a line.
You knew you weren’t mine,
but you finally could realize
the world was not your size.
You became a gorgeous creature.
You broke the crys...
Saturday 25th March 2017 5:32 am
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