untether my captive soul
that it may on wings new born
make its way o’er eastern ranges
to where the future’s born.
may dreams reveal the rising dawn
and leave dark nights behind
so from the prison dusk inters
a new light will they find.
untether my captive soul
that it may on wings new born
make its way o’er eastern ranges
to where the future’s born.
may dreams reveal the rising dawn
and leave dark nights behind
so from the prison dusk inters
a new light will they find.
Stunning, and I find it so interesting how we always seem to write poems on the same day using similar words or imagery and at varying or even at the same times, like maybe we are connected somehow?
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Reads as a prophecy
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