warm down/24/soul love saga/

when the birds caged

she squawks and moans

in rage.

Fury keeps the fire,

keeps her flyin

goin further

more.

Indeed I would rave

travel and tour

gone the game

that kept me from playin

yesterdays

words.

Actions of the day

my minds divides

as names remain.

My memories

pain

hugs full of healing

warm down

to my level.

The magic is still there.

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