TAKE  FLIGHT

My threads of gaiety
Slave to watching puppeteer eyes.
Creeping, crawling, evening shadows engulf
Longings resident in my heart.
My being etherized
A gift to my night.

And I shall live, I shall
With a lust for life.
My blood runs in you, it does
Flow not my tears.
In dungeons of propriety
Imprisoned
Passions of my mind.

Take flight. Take flight.

~Cashmeeri~

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