prettily through the clouds
with incessant wilderness
of that which quits
upon.
Upon the sound
my heart flies as the little flying fish.
Upon my heart
lays the unspoken feelings
that the day
brings to my bosom,
the key to unlock the vault
that holds what's trapped
and unleashes the sorrow.
Feelings deemed unworthy of surfacing
making ruins of an innocent face
with glistening swells of raging stormy seas
tinge the calm
and make a whole.
Just on a side note: this isn't about a bird being released: I just thought it was a great picture representing the words: The Release.
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