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I admire the feathers crimson red
I hear the melody of words unsaid
Suicide off the oak tree branch that broke
The winds catch and caress like smoke
My arms ache begging to capture the wind
Craving for feathers my arms feel skinned
I treasure the bird so free flying high
"You can not join me." It trills flying by
Mocking birds words leave a tear in my eye
I run for the bird, end up in the sky