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Soon to Fly

He
The distant spring
And I
The thirsty traveller
Lips dried
From too much talking
A mirage?

A vision of paradise
In the desolate desert
Of me
There
Can grow a tree
Roots deep as memories
Planted
Founded on the natural laws
Of us

A dance in eternity
Between breaths
All the possibility
And the promise
I hold in my hand
Like a fledgling owl
Soon to fly
Soon to hunt
All the hope
Bound in my fantasy
of him

Randy Edward Nicholas

@redwardnicholas

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