Where can I take this little bird? His coat is tattered yet I can see it glows with beads of sweat and blood. Is this your heart little bird? Why have you left it covered, under this wing of bark? Your flight has blinded your body to your soul. This soul of wind and sun. Here you are, in this cage of dust and silence. Where do you want to go little boy? Shall we pull the branches apart and reach what lives beneath? Can you fall, patiently, to hands poised to welcome you home?
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