Wings
A thousand blades stay true and safe,each wisp, blend, curl, strives towards the break.
We act as one, our movemnet combined,
flutters, breathes and gasps in time
Together they ripple, across vast battered plains.
All are each equal, but neithers the same.
Packed into a group, we're unbreakable, opaque,
alone we drift, and the wind shall take.
But I fly solo, grasp to the freedom up high.
On fierce independence, to sanctuary i'll fly.
A golden bloom, a wonderous escape,
no fear or dependence, I don't want to wake
love and reliance does not exist,
reality pulls, but I must resist.
I fear it's a trance, my sanity quakes,
I beg and I plead, for I don't want to wake.
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