A burning sky.

The eternal flow of magnetic need,
that draws down to water the seed.
Burning flames of an immortal star
Lighting the way, raising the bar.
A cross road of indecision,
Void of realistic vision.
The fantasies of a caged life,
dreaming of a sky where she takes flight,
A soft breeze ruffles her feathers,
As she sits pondering, whether
Freedom is a fantasy fed to poor,
in a land governed by selfish laws.

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