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With Total Abandonment.

Updated on March 15, 2010


My winged soul

strains against

the chains of

my own making,

and the locks

of society,

struggling to

burst free,

and flee,

to the heavens

of another place,

beyond the storms

of doubt,

where the sun

shines bright across

pristine beaches,

and the wind sings

only our song.

So much of our lives

are bound by ties

to the labor to survive

precious hours, days,

weeks, months years

apart from each other

in flesh but not in spirit

often I wing in the

mist of daydreams

to your side

yet it is not the flesh

one cannot kiss a dream

but it will suffice

when my wings are

folded over a desk

shuffling drudgery

and counting the hours

till I can be folded into

your arms.

©-MFB III



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    • Moulik Mistry profile image

      Moulik Mistry 7 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

      Nice poem - very deep and poignant...

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      Julianna 7 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

      I am at loss for words I believe that Moulik has given the comment nicely. :)

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Great. Fantastic!

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