Futile frustration
by the boundaries of
the flesh.
Broad golden wings
are folded inside
straining to be free.
In sleeping dreams
sometimes I fly
beyond…
and find myself
as I truly am
a fallen angel
lost in the garden.
by anand sahaja
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