I wonder about my soul
I feel I do have one as
I breathe, in my heart
I bleed,
tender are my wings
and feathers but I
can fly high and see
but I am a visitor here
restricted as I tear
away from the unseen
fetters of hatred-
posing as sacred, are
the hunters waiting
to aim for killing
anytime now 'hey bird
beware, your soul is kind
your spirit free
do not be deceived , fly
hail begins,warning signs
fly above The Power
will hold aloft
your love is not blind
1 comment:
Beautifully expressed, the sense of danger and the sense of being who we are.
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