Wings

In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings

Fly high over misty horizons to experience new tunes on violins

Soak in eternal springs, capture exploding sunsets

Relish the dew of morning strolls sidestepping silhouettes 


In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings

Feel liberated from social convention to do our own things

Barefoot dancing on fields of golden paradise

Myriads of eclectic flavours to consume and entice


In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings

Escape normality, anxiety and all the stress it brings

Caress romantic cultures, smile with soulful strangers

Marvel at music and songs from choirs of angels. 


In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings

Venture beyond garden fences where so called life begins

I dreamt this technicolour fantasy could be forever sipped

But is life more fulfilling now our wings have been clipped? 

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