Pretty Bird

Colors of the rainbow came upon my dark soul

“Be free and roam the earth with your beautiful spirit”

My inner voice pushed me through the cracks,

fly high and low become one with nature.

Express yourself until you become a beautiful butterfly,

distance yourself from the others.

We do not flock together, we flutter in the midst of Spring.

Stay wrapped up in the thoughts you come from, do nothing

that betters who you are.

No wait you have to escape, escape the madness

that lurks about in your head.

Confession is beyond the time to be free, before you go

wrap me up in which I cannot be found.

 

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