“Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor, you need to burn in the fire of Love.” _ Rumi
The quintessence of
The birds soul,
Could be but,
Felt in the aura of its flight,
And then
Like a supernova,
It burst open,
Opening its arms
To feel the wind…
Something pulled her down,
And like free fall,
It fell to the earth
To find herself and no one else.
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