With wings fluttering so divine
on air like a fallen leaf
distance of heights unperturbed
then landing so brief.
Then small movements unfold
wary yet unafraid
seizing the moment of solitude
feeling none of dread.
So when a small hand waved
as if to catch such beauty
taking off majestically
a show of strength almighty.
So fragile but so strong
so small yet so free
I long for wings and will
to a place where I can be me.
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