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Wednesday Poetry

Flight

Once as a child
I fell in love with a bird
Only with a song can’t be heard
As it flew to horizons beyond
And every lonely hour grew fond
That eventually, I left myself on the barren ground
Couldn’t dream the clouds anymore, couldn’t soar

But once  a bird sang a melody
A loudness soft,not new to me
There, there across the crowd of trees
A spectacle the world’s eyes must seize
Until the dusk closed the curtain
Even that bird belongs to the distant mountain
Yet the farther it flies
Seems to carry my own flight to all its skies

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