There is the timing
‘though this feels far from royal
Drama, let us dance
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heal thyself (12)
This
That I’m a lone wolf
Falling, roaming
In the gold
With tenderfoot
With tender heart
Keen eye and matchless
Soul
My call
Barely a whisper now
My den
A mere mirage
With These Wings
Were I a wise fly on the wall
Watching the nonsense unfold
I’d fly away
But not before the whir in my wings
Shouted
She’s given you everything
Do you need my eyes
To see unbegrudgingly
The mosaic beauty of her