And so flies the Robin
The shell of inhibition hath broken
Love forged through lust.
And so flies the Stork
A small bundle of miracles
Sleeping in the nest of naivete.
And so flies the Raven
The tempest gathers strength
Straining, pulling, breaking the bond
The miracle tears, is devastated
Plucked of its trust, its confidence, its feathers
And so flies the Dove
Yet where art thy branch?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
SMWells
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