my soul was caged,
just like this balloon,
i want to fly, and
be free.
i want to f l y
enjoying the sound of
wind; look at the ground
enjoying beautiful s c e n e
i want to be free from this hol-
d ; it strangled me away from
my freedom. i w a n t to be
gratis, so if i reach the sky
i will scatter my metaph-
oric dust along the e-
mpty space, wh-
ere i c-
an feel my
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liberty.
esthereal - agony of the deity who was caged by her own sorrows.
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Mist of Petrichor
Poetry"Meet me at Block #143, Burntloved of Catastrophe. Where thousands of parchments and lies are buried." ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. where the literatures of esthereal are archived. RANDOM POEMS AND PROSES COMPILATION ©2021 photo used on cover aren't mine. credits...
