As pink blossoms caress the sky
I am consumed by an urge for
the ability to fly, all my life has
gone in vain, left behind with
solitude who’s my companion
We never get used to it, to the
pain that binds us and it breaks
me to see that the people that I
care for the most don’t seem to
care at all, not necessarily for
me but not at all completely.
The way society lusts for us isn’t
fair, weaving a stranger into our
lives, all the while expecting us
to embrace – like cupped hands
and inconsistent vessel.
In shadow of greener mountains
I asked for a sister and soon after
you arrived, sharing with me my
hopes and dreams.
Let us step into the swaying silent
shroud and welcome a morning in
spring and hope that in next birth
our luck will surely grin.
Yours truly ~
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