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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Soar


Rise up on an angry day
A strip of cloth on a breeze
That leaves the shadows
And rides the aether in ecstasy
To soar high like a bird
With casual care for propriety
I am released to wanton joy
And like rain soaking a desert
Hope revives the long dry dreams
Of all I was not allowed
To finally be me in the world
A place; a destiny; a chance
To become something better
If only for just one day