#1528-Fly
06/10/2021
Adorned, elegant, awake.
Staring at unabashed fakeness,
Walking all around.
Made up,
By human minds.
Trying to escape,
Those grey shadows
Looming behind.
But not today.
Stay, look bright!
Wings clipped,
Stranded in a foreign land,
Where doves don’t fly.
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