After A Death
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February 12, 2011, 6:55 am
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These wings stay furled-
unwanted- forgotten perhaps
how to fly- all the
.
feathers abused- broken
bloody and used to
do anything now but
.
to soar- After so
many years- sitting-
rusting- one would think
.
the poor wings would
have cried- but perhaps
all this time- the stiff
.
pinions of this mind
merely waited for
when- doubting died-
.
So- here it goes
dreamer- shake
the tears from your
.
side- let the dew
fall dear sleeper- thus
ladened- you’ll never
.
relearn how to fly-
These wings shake for
hope- unfrightened-
.
the palsy will pass
in it’s time- and
though stretching is
.
stiff and painful for
now- one day soon you’ll
be strong- you will fly-
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