Wednesday 15 July 2015

Insight


Strangling arms
air held tight
no where to move
no room to fight

Clamping heart
shackles keeping us apart
torn by beauty
worn by maturity

Divided by the few
experience if only they knew
nature nurture
do not make me believe
for you are about deceive

Sound has catapulted
imagination of concentration
bound by
her spiritual eye

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