O ye,the morning breeze,
gather thy sails...and envelope me,
none chains,restrict or maneuver thee...
enslaved by thy wistful contemptuous nonchalance...
I dare thy flights which surge ahead of semblance...
draw barricades,like the moths on the lonely flame...
my eyes brim with the angst of being windswept...
blink,I shall not,cause a moment is a lifetime.
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