Set Me Free

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

I feel so full with expressions,
So much, that it's hard to breathe,
The soul bombarding,
Betwixt the conscious and delusions,
It is beauteous, to love thee,
But so it is a restless stride for me,
I demand freedom, my sweetest,
Which for me, is to be in thy embrace,
So open your arms wide,
And set me free....

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