Looked up toward the firmament/
through bars of solid gold/
yet standing in this excrement/
& stench of freedom sold/
flutter my wings in opulence/
stagnated air resists/
legally imposed abeyance/
& faces that insist/
instinctively my wings expand/
circumference of the cell/
gale force; the door flew open as/
my heart began 2 swell/
Took flight in2 the atmosphere/
A billion miles 2 soar/
Eye fixed upon the stratosphere/
Beauty released once more
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were set free...
Spiritual Gifts
Vickie