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Freedom
Perspective eludes me.
My thoughts fly away in an irregular flock. I wave from a balcony even though they never look back, but I do it more for myself, because they all carry a piece of home in their beaks. Some of them will never return.
Come back to me; I kept on waiting in the alley so you could find your closure. I waited for you to make yourself complete partially because I didn't want to be blamed, but mainly because I didn't want to hold your horses, I wanted them to run as free as my birds fly. The gift of freedom.
My thoughts fly away in an irregular flock. I wave from a balcony even though they never look back, but I do it more for myself, because they all carry a piece of home in their beaks. Some of them will never return.
Come back to me; I kept on waiting in the alley so you could find your closure. I waited for you to make yourself complete partially because I didn't want to be blamed, but mainly because I didn't want to hold your horses, I wanted them to run as free as my birds fly. The gift of freedom.
Published 10th May 2012
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