Where did the days gofree spirit days
when I was a secret
and no one knew
time was once
when I was free from
lords and kings.
I long to escape
into fiction and fantasy
to float on billowing
white ermine clouds,
diamond studed starground
dazzling the eye,
the sun reflecting light
through crystal prisms
with colors of the rainbow.
My spirit flies,
flies with the delicately
woven wings of a butterfly,
world of the ordinary ask not
too much from me,
I can compromise no more.
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