Spirit

Tore my clothes from my grace
Stamped upon my one true face
Lifted up my spirit on high
Lifted wings that angles fly
Cut me loose from deaths clutch
Free my soul free my touch
Keep me soaring upon the sky
Never glinting we live and die

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.