Under the beating heat
I cry.
For the call of night
I die.
Above the lonely fields
I fly,
To fall.
Go far beyond, below
To crawl.
To sing the noxious hords
To maul,
To sin.
To fall in love with doubt
Within.
To catch the very next of
Winds,
I flew.
To mend my broken wings
Anew.
To drift quietly back down forever
To you.
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~Lunar Emerald~ Community Member 
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