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Feb 2013
I feel the sun
liquid gold
warm as a mother's embrace

I spread my wings
my feathers are new
I am unsure

the wind dances in me
I will learn to fly.
but I cannot

earth is rushing towards me
I am falling.
failing

I plummet
I crash
we live, only to die
Miranda Raye Hall
Written by
Miranda Raye Hall  kentucky
(kentucky)   
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