How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

rising from the suicidal dance

death does not become her

or human love's lance

she's too beautiful for this earth

yet she wants to remain

loosely chained

to the microcosm of heaven

that she found pure

even unleavened

in her Siamese twin flame's arms

where she is disarmed

by his encroaching sunshine

never again

will she sob in the lonesome pines

(Soaring)

Standing on and surrounded by the Blood of Liberty,

Heaven was waiting for her while it was blooming;

And the moon was shining through the removal of captivity;

She was now free to fly and Freedom was booming!

Martinforoz- April 19, 2019