In the late hours,
Where the eyes hurt,
And the soul remembers,
You think of all the moments,
Where you manifested bird state,
And you Flew…
You felt the soul living in you,
Unstuck, unglued, from your shoes,
You just knew, you..
Took sight of all around you,
And still did not turn back,
Although heart, beckoned you,
To ….
But we do what we got to do,
Fly above…but never back…
Do forward shocked but not shell shocked.
Your wings, they’ll carry you,
Not much else, sometimes.
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