Fateful lover
who careth for me not;
set me free.
I was told for so long
that I could not fly
my wings truly became clipped.
Going deaf to your cries
was my blessing in disguise;
a sheep in wolfskin.
I unfurled my wings
and fled the nest
forgetful of my fault feathers
I fell to my fate.
Fly away, birdy.
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Short Stories & Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems and short stories. I write and publish them spontaneously- whenever the inspiration hits!
