I've grown out and
broken your spell
Free as a bird, destined to marvel.
Your wickedness and foul
play, left behind
Vileness now doubled
as echoed and repelled.
Confound in devilry,
with a mark of Cain
You are a prisoner of
mind who’s hard to impel.
A farewell, a
departure, a covert blessing
Such a finale, tale
love to retell.
Found that peace of soul
and beyond
All knots untied, nothing to unravel.
My destiny, way ahead; my journey though long
My destiny, way ahead; my journey though long
But far from treachery, & bound to excel.
(Samima)
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