Neither does it fly like a dream,
Nor would it rest on land or near a stream...
keeps hanging on the cross...
defenseless and sense less
it is not yet a martyr
and neither a hero with a smile on face...
this seraph of life
doesnt expand it wings to overcome it
neither does it drown in the seas
is it the light of a new dawn or,
just another memory it will be
in the collection of my writings...
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