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WILD THINGS HAVE RESTLESS WINGS

Sometimes it takes just a quote to inspire you. Inspire you in a way that you cannot stop yourself from writing.
"WILD THINGS HAVE RESTLESS WINGS, THAT TOO OFTEN NEEDS TO FLY."
-MICHAEL XAVIER

Wild things have
Restless wings…
That too often
Needs to fly...
Random thoughts
Are too moody
That very often
Light up my little eye...
Bruises on my soul,
Trying not to fall.
Broken yet to myself
I tend to lie...
Within the walls
Of endless doubt.
In this labyrinth
I guess I will die!
Yet I find solace,
Moments of peace.
When I see the
Beautiful angel fly
The angel serene
Who is forever there?
Someone with whom
A bond shall always lie...


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