Escape
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How soon
a spritely Earth
shall bloom -
the dark shift
of Winter, gone,
and she,
riding lonelines
free as the breeze.
Clinging,
to her freedom
she flys alone,
not caring for any encumberment
or sweet earths chill,
only wanting
the lightness of air
and distance
from reality.
Make your pitch, Fate,
late year is passing
and she is laughing
in your face.
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