Never fold your wings of flight

Colors of life fading to grey

The clay in me, asking to stay

Holding the brush dipped in hope,

Painting it bright like a morning ray,


Ignite the spark , let the fire burn

Just try to be your own sun

Never fold your wings of flight

Spread them and fly, why just run


Self love shadowing self arrest

Make this despair your guest

Heart has beauty of midday sun

Adorn it with peace not unrest

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