Poetry · RF

Spirit

There was a time when I could fly

There was a moment when I could survive
The things went great until my need
They ended just soon in my beehive
Requirements were fulfilled in just no time
But when I turned old, things turned furtive
The cage was closed, but I could breath
It was the light that kept me alive!

http://revolutionflame.com/2012/07/spirit/

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