Freedom
by Petruchio de Slight and Bell Inocenciothe rain sang melancholy
while clouds sealed the sun behind.
with this solemn memory,
she left the world to find
freedom from the hands of time
which kept her away from me
to find pleasure in her crime—
or seek bliss from tunes of rhymes
leaving the lone piece of me
crying to set myself free.and there, while wind settled-blows,
thoughts arrived to set hue
and mimicked flying-foe
blown to un-find rue
cringing pain of honest truth:
that she went and flew
to find her freedom in the blue.and her freedom— time to due
her life-losing breath
and her freedom— her death.🌙
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to the man i once loved: a poetry
Poetryto the man i once loved with all my heart, dare to hear my sentiments.