The Citradels Shes Gone
she chose to walk alone, though others wondered why refused to look before her, kept eyes cast upwards towards the sky she didn t have companions; no need for earthly things only wanted freedom from what she felt were puppet strings she longed to be a bird, that she might fly away she pitied every blade of grass, for planted they would stay she longed to be a flame that brightly danced alone felt jealous of the steam that made the air its only home some say she wished too hard; some say she wished too long
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