you sit there apart from the world
hiding your forbidden thoughts
restraining them for a time when you can
release them into the air
to flutter with gentle wings
that whisper your secret to the one whom it belongs.
will it ever be?
questions consume
the wings become ethereal
and boundaries amass
a nebulous silhouette welcomes itself
upon the pathway
they cannot reach the chosen one
the fluttering begins to wane
now the murky colors begin to fade
-me
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