August 11, 2010

Day 219 - Hopes to Fly, Fall

So many attempts to fly
Wings cast aside time and again
White and waiting hopefully
Like the simple words of the wren

Some attempts sopped up tears
In feathery branching out of wings
Crushed by the blackest boulders
Still even the crow sometimes sings

Standing up curved to the sky (or ceiling)
Ready to start the failure to fall
Success is how the end should be feeling
Embracing what remains of it all

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