How big could that fortress rise
Its dark, dinghy insides that cage my love
It lies huddled in a corner
Banished from the outside world
It lays hidden from the sun
Behind the laden clouds
This pining that stills in the freezing stare
The love that is seemingly dead
As if In a cocoon –
the pallor that squirms with dread
but how long could those words remain hushed
or love’s wings beneath that fortress, crushed?
The spirit seeks to soar
to break free from that shell
to take wings on a rainbow of colours
its love alone that could break that spell
even as the world scorns or scorches, with burning embers
those chains, I let go of,
it’s to this love I surrender
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