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Jan 2019 · 192
Wing it
Sharon Jan 2019
Long legs in soiled white socks
Upturned swans, fear of floorboards
Soars by the swings it isn't her wings
Body which flee before my breathing

What I say, don't know, it's a shock
To my heart, it's a different way to crack
Those shells of cocoon, which I keep
For you, for a reason I cannot rip

Later I walk with you, no more me
I may have wings, I may have your craze
Do not judge, if I fly and gaze
At you in the sky with all your grace

And, do not call me, I never come
To a ground where my past rests
Where my isolated shells ****
And I can't trust a man who's on earth

— The End —