Wings I flight in heavens blue
And clouds I hug to sleep
And sky of high was but empty
That yielded with the cry_
And if I fly_the only flight
That takes my cold heart for me
Is_'But run away; the danger
that now I terror
'And give me peace'_
Yes, as the morning dew fades
The lone life I tread
'Tis all I wasted
In day and night, a wanderer
With glee to hope! _
Jacinta Nabakooza
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