For the Love of it

My one wing friend, it was not I but the wind.

From the mighty trees, you rumbled.

My heart has pieces that are no longer here.

You must be insane if you dare to keep flying.

I hear you singing, and flapping about.

Say it a little more

I love you.

Cry if you must,

with no regrets, lest fear tumbled home

And caging chains humbled their bars.

And mumbling dreams are forgotten.






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