Hey guys, I haven't posted in a while and I just wrote this poem today. I'm not entirely sure why I am calling it Saggittarius, it just came to my mind as I was reading over it. Anyways, please review if you have the time and I hope you enjoy. Thanks. ♥
Strength brewed black,
Gratefully caged,
Like birds who sing,
And then fly out into the sky,
In storms.
In spectrums and crouds,
But standing alone,
She wrote,
She burned,
She wrote.
And when the clouds,
Hid behind the sun,
Colours, colours,
On her hands.
She took them,
Scattered them along the earth,
Where they were mixed with the wind and rain,
And brought home.
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