Free.
That’s how it flies,
like an unbroken pact.
Untold and uninterrupted.
So when it flies,
I dance.
So when it’s free,
I sing.
Lonely-
That’s how I stand,
like a frozen rose.
Blooming and bright.
So when it wilts,
I cry.
So when it falls,
I jump.
Complete and forgotten.
Lost-
That’s how I hum,
like a broken harp
in tune.
So when in harmony,
I live.
So when in melody,
I’m free.
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