My Unchained Break Free Spirit

My Unchained Break Free Spirit ode

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Released, freed weeded out off my inner confinements today..
Gone by wasted times dust pollen cleared away !
Heaviness of heart wryly sneered past feelings at bay..
My free spirit tickles senses..for now ..it is fully awake !

Mirror reflection, gave a bite of realization
Wrinkled glare ..weary nerves..and aged speculations
Ended with diurnal warmth of cognizance
What a day..exile from deep rooted ill fated persuasion

Exile from fragile brittle troth
Exile from credulous eve’s apple’s poisonous froth
Exile from creed, mores and convictions clad in morocco
For now ..my spirit dances free willed to a unique legato

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