Yearning for freedom
Trapped by stones of
the past.
Lost in deep
To a side of
interior darkness
A side too shallow
to wither
A sun too hot to
unravel
The inner light
cries for redemption
Yet the calls unseen
in darkness
What will become of
me?
Round rugged
raindrops awake the soul
A feeling obscure
A sensation extraordinary.
A cry once ignored,
now found.
A breathe once lost,
now revived.
A soul once
suffocated, now alive.
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DK
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