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The moon is full.. of a reddish hue,

while the crow stalks the robbin.

innocent and oblivious.. pure like cotton.

its soft feathers now tainted

from cotton to stiff and black painted

darkened.. hardened..

left with broken wing.. now the crow takes flight,

the robbin left in place, now afraid of the skies..

like a magpie, you stole what was precious..

only left with tainted cotton to now carress us.

comforting like nettles..

the pain shall now settle..

but the robbin will once more fly, and turn cotton to metal.

from the pain it will grow,

with love it will know,

it was born to fly, not to be alone..

it searches the skies,

until it shal meet the eyes..

of its second half.. to make its heart light.

not yet there, but is not lost.. continues on its path,

robbin returns to the sky.. and child to its laugh.