a bird grows wings
to crease the skies
of many worlds,
only to return
every time,
to some wayside tree
with well-set branches
and staccato leaves -
a remembrance,
a resemblance
to what was
once
home.
to crease the skies
of many worlds,
only to return
every time,
to some wayside tree
with well-set branches
and staccato leaves -
a remembrance,
a resemblance
to what was
once
home.
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