I shy away from life,
I am like a hurt bird.
I cannot fly today,
I simply stay on the dirt.
Then, love strikes,
Unlike any other,
Not as in pain,
But as if it were gain.
With passion,
It fashions’ itself differently,
Unlike any other
That I have experienced.
Yes, I believe now,
It was love
That has set me free.
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