Tuesday

Wild , Wild Spirit



I no longer endure
A tank ,
I yearn for the vast ocean
Unleashed waves
Wind on my face
Free
I no longer can stand
the ground
I want to fly
Glide high , high
to the seventh sky
A hope
Shall never dies within me
The busy streets
The city lights
Noise
I am never a part
I never was
Green Green
singing butterflies
Never seen
somehow
I've been there ....

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