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even not the lark

nor the eagle had flown

i soar in a space

untrodden

i flung and swayed

chasing the bluest wind

i could see your

horizon

almost…



you –

remain distant

far from reach

away



you –

covered my brightness

with a dismal cloud

you –

crippled me

almost...



and this bird had flown

in winged anguish

never to return.



i had promised.