with every step,
I leave behind
an old self, that's
no longer mine;
old feathers shed
not needed in flight,
anger and fear
no longer in sight;
this moment's alive
with a passion to love
a life that's well-lived
waits for the dove.
I leave behind
an old self, that's
no longer mine;
old feathers shed
not needed in flight,
anger and fear
no longer in sight;
this moment's alive
with a passion to love
a life that's well-lived
waits for the dove.
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