I long to see tomorrow
painted sun-shot under shades
where today I am left
a little undecided
in which direction I take.
Inside was my out
cocooned within these broken wings
could I take the brittle
untie knotting
break free...
Steer amongst the age of grey
chase lavender field that guide me
soaring high
ever floating
you dream...
my reality.








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