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The Gift
The wind blows
 I wish I could float with it 
 And follow the leaving train
 That holds my gift. 
 
 I loved, cherished,
 admired the gift,
 A gift that never left my hands,
 Until it did. 
 
 Its black wings,
 Flew and grew 
 A mind of its own. 
 I forgot that its wind
 Blew against mine.
 
 So with my wings
 Painfully binding
 I muster a smile
 As the train 
 Swept my gift away,
 Its black wings,
 Like slipping sand 
 Through my bare hands.

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