Past the fine demesne surrounded with pines
Wind cooed in my ears,
Captured every bit and pore of mine,
Shrugged off my fear,
Accompanied me, while I struggled to open my eyes wide;
Puffed my lungs up with a burst of glee,
Giggled in my linen-creeks.
My gypsy soul I could not abate, shoved
The concretes like serpentine meanders it rolled.
My names howled the vales and dales,
To haul me to hindmost trench from lofty whirly lanes.
Bade au re-voir to scattered sleepy pinecones,
Still to me the fleeting parallel mosses and trees beckoned.
Never saw two distant horizons this nigh,
Watching me agape from either side.
Those needle leaves and mammoth far below looking debris,
Tried to chain my thoughts by ensorcelling.
Poor they, nescient!
I crossed the channels uncertain,
Escaped the blackouts of nadir,
Shinned up the grief stricken peaks,
Rush through me hues of cerise and cerulean.
But, there’s more to explode and imminent;
Purple poppies & colorful crocus sprinkled with snow,
Blazing sun’s golden glow,
Verdent fur smothered earth,
Crystal white glaciers,
Blue welkin of Vikings,
Vampire’s thirst for the sanguine.
I breathe, I do not sweat blood,
Don’t save it to choke my throat and squeeze my gut.
I welcome the benign morning glory,
Cajole the quartz dew on flesh so green,
Shun carrying carcass under the sheets.
The diabolic night’s words I do not heed,
My sight for forever that dared to eclipse.
The blithe blood of my heart dynamic,
Flourishes my core to the nerve-end each.
My soul, my body, everything around is vivid,
The flowers & the trees, the gorges & the creeks,
The bugs & the bees, when I fly high across
From peaks to shores; still, there’s more to explode.
I fear about nothing but my wings being caged,
Alas, I’ve spread my wings just once indeed.

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