They flapped their feathered wings up high,
her many eyes couldn't even focus at.
They flapped, as they changed countries and continents,
while she just broke out of her bind;
Cocoon of weights.
(Take your own time)
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Misfits et al.
Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
