*Daisies billowing in the wind
Callouses on her broken hands
Peaceful plots and naïve nurseries bloom
And every blossom withers
She once left her home for someone new
Freedom forced her heart to move
She ran past dry dirt byways
As she burned through city blocks
Somewhere searching they’d find
The remnants of flight she left behind
Bristling in the last fall breeze she fractures
Long white wisps fall down her back
Her feathers take to the last bit of wind
Her full heart is breaking
For the bittersweet kiss of mortality
And for all those who will forever
Hold tight to the fallen tendrils
She first let fly under the old willow
They’ll visit her there one day
With her lost feathers in their hair*
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
*Daisies billowing in the wind
Callouses on her broken hands
Peaceful plots and naïve nurseries bloom
And every blossom withers
She once left her home for someone new
Freedom forced her heart to move
She ran past dry dirt byways
As she burned through city blocks
Somewhere searching they’d find
The remnants of flight she left behind
Bristling in the last fall breeze she fractures
Long white wisps fall down her back
Her feathers take to the last bit of wind
Her full heart is breaking
For the bittersweet kiss of mortality
And for all those who will forever
Hold tight to the fallen tendrils
She first let fly under the old willow
They’ll visit her there one day
With her lost feathers in their hair*
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