February 16, 2009
Silent wings on open air,
Looking around,
But nobody's there.

Quietly soaring,
Feathers on the breeze,
A broken song,
A missing piece.

Nothing more than a whisper,
Stirring across the snow,
Emptiness growing,
With nowhere to go.

Waiting in the darkness,
For you to arise,
Silently slipping,
Closing my eyes.

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