When her heart sprouted wings

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If hearts were like feathers,

Hers was the lightest,

it caught the vividest

aspirations,

she roamed

in a  world,

made of  those

dreams.

She reached for love,

She reached for colour…

In a bed of thorns

She was the only flower…

She danced with death,

her laughter;her power…

LIFE became her lover

when her heart sprouted wings.

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