i cut the sky into shapes
jagged pieces crash to earth
i scoop up the tenderest parts
taking nothing else
but love
i cut the sky into shapes
jagged pieces crash to earth
i scoop up the tenderest parts
taking nothing else
but love
I flew against the wind.
A glide tugged,
folding my wingspan in.
I couldn’t miss
the sunshine on my feathers
while immersed in it
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