Your fierce presence against a pastel sky.
Wings that stretch like an old friend,
Ready to embrace you after a long while of separation.
They fray as if they were drawn with paint from a dry brush.
Tail feathers that stand to attention,
Like the window candles of the underground railroad,
Leading the way to salvation.
Wings that stretch like an old friend,
Ready to embrace you after a long while of separation.
They fray as if they were drawn with paint from a dry brush.
Tail feathers that stand to attention,
Like the window candles of the underground railroad,
Leading the way to salvation.
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