The azures lure
I reach out
I ascend high
Yes, I fly
I wander
In quest of light
But get caught
Dark room of thought
I fight
Like a bee
Hitting incessantly on the glass
Defying the impasse
In shadows I grope
Truth falsifies hope...
I wake to a tender touch
“Dear, here, your crutch...”
All day long I lie
Broken, yearning for the sky
Living a lie
I fly, O yes, I fly....
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