Free.

Every outlook is an unwanted weed
Gliding past the mirror
On the way to breathe
On the loose
Swishing, bubbling
Past the melee
Dripping with love, laugh
To the beat of her yen

Around the world she goes
Seeking the sound of her heart
Nothing but a distant stare
Eyes spilling with want
Enveloping in a yarn
Mind,body,soul
Eyes radiating transcendent ardour
As rays of sun
Deaf, blind to the earthly domain
Off she goes

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