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Flown
Let the birds cry out
For I have flown,
Falling to the ground-
Hear the chilling of my wings
Frozen to the heart of
My breast- we
Fell heavily bereft-
And so don't pick me
Up but let us suffer
As one, the air is crisp
As the night is near,
And I will be gone-
Flown, flown home
For I have flown,
Falling to the ground-
Hear the chilling of my wings
Frozen to the heart of
My breast- we
Fell heavily bereft-
And so don't pick me
Up but let us suffer
As one, the air is crisp
As the night is near,
And I will be gone-
Flown, flown home
Published 21st Nov 2015
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30th Nov 2015 7:57am
15th Dec 2015 8:21pm
This is an intriguing write. I like the mysterious nature of changing from a similar pronoun to a plural one. There is a pervasive sadness on this piece that permeates the media. Too many souls have flown from this life without knowing how much they truly meant to us.
25th Dec 2015 11:39pm
