Wings
For almost a life time
my wings were bound
though my soul wanted to fly
Winged Being
It's arduous to break out of the cocoon
to emerge into the light,
to become a beautiful butterfly,
Sorrow
The black Crows of sorrow
are pecking at my window.
Last night I dreamed
Signs of Love
Lust
Knowing
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