The Wings Of Time
Beyond the wings
Of time shall I survive,
Building a nest for
My soul to thrive.
Rays of hope
Will glisten its
Pathway,
The butterfly
Will leave its
Caterpillar and cocoon
When it is mature enough
To fly at the very heat
Of its full moon.
Beyond the wings of
Time, the new fledgling
Is on the eve to fly,
No matter the stakes
It will encounter,
Nothing will bring
Its flying ambition to
Awkwardly scatter.
Jenayah Hela
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