Friday, August 5, 2011

Broken wings

You have forgotten how to fly, 
And I, so far away, cannot break
The coming fall: though for your sake,
I would sooner fall myself than see you
Toppling from the heights you once had found.
Down, down, like a wishing star you fall;
And, calling, land upon the leaden ground,
A lame and humbled thing, 
Your broken wings surrounding you
As the woods cry out my name.

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