What this was,
That wasn't over
A step ahead
A step back
A hiccup of fear
I knew it clear
I took my time
With every line
On a canvas I drew
In paradise I found
A nestling heart
Beating unfelt
A trickster, I let melt
Those words are breaking free
Like leaves from a clinging tree
They fly around as they please
Touching the ground without a crease..
Those words are breaking free
Like leaves from a clinging tree
They fly around as they please
Touching the ground without a crease..
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