I cover my eyes
maybe
your trite words
will no longer
bind my spirit
mind the spell
aimed at me
I sing
a butterfly
flying free
miles away
the land
holds
sign
of spring
You
no longer
have power
to scorch
to burn me
ring you chime
sing your lies
I do not hear
I cover my eyes
I have joined The Sunday Whirl Wordle 196 with the picture prompt from Magpie Tales.