sprung

Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Jul 2005 · 1 comment

singing with the morning under my wings strung up like some love junkie coming down i loose last night's lament ready myself to spring alift on the wings of others, innocents, incoherent and lost in the sorrow of an uncaged regret i leave her there, in the undone past

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[8] Dovina 8-Jul-05/10:22 AM Reply

"the sorrow of an uncaged regret" good line.
But to spring aloft on the wings of others with uncaged regrets seems counter to your theme, though quite poetic.