A bird’s flight

A bird I am yearning to fly

Hush! No fear have I to die

Cold winds rushing spell cast

My soul is soaring free of past

My wings weakened but love the battle

of surviving sustaining avoiding the fatal

Passion revives my little cage

Channeling my roaring rage

Losing aid the wintry winds

Sight fails me ahead blind

Yet what dost sight do

When destined to fall is woe

 That is way it was written for you!

Beyond the mundane I am

 Ensconced in air yet calm

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