Bird girl
I give freedom not to think
Dance upon the thermals
The spirit
That brought poetry
Soak the words upon thy roost
Metaphors
Be kite string and buttons in your
nest
Refuge from sky
The want
Give to winds as none is mine
The faith that the spirit brought us
to be
Is still flowing
Away
Convene
Into the winds
It shall rest
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