Paint over me,
I am not set in stone.
Like the snake
I shed my skin
And begin anew.
As the sun sets
I begin to rise,
I have become a tapestry
Each breath telling
A new story
No longer a cage, without a bird
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
The night sky with the moon comes to mind. A lovely write
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