Waiting alone to spread wings,
for journeying into unknown things,
Moving across the metal cage,
skyward bound like heavenly sage.
The body flies though soul is here,
feeling joy as the sky is near.
The open and brightly lit sky,
pulls her close, lifts her high.
Spirits high is youthful love,
power of an eagle, tender like dove.
You know how to pull me close,
you are my love, my "sweet rose".
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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