

The FalconNestled deep inside of me,The Falcon
an injured falcon sleeps.
Its wings all mangled, torn, and broken
as it dreams of azure skies.
Memories of soaring high
amongst the clouds that slowly skate
above a landscape lush and green,
and mountain peaks that touch the face of heaven.
So easily it caught the winds
that now caress the stricken bird
like mocking fingers brushing ‘gainst
this creature’s shattered frame.
The grounded beast awaits the day
when wounds that torment disappear, &n
wooden path
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The evolved ape has spoken.
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part of the
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Don`t walk in front of me I may not follow
Don`t walk behind me I may not know the way
Walk beside me and be my friend.
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~ When I close my eyes -
I am at the center of the sun -
and I cannot be hurt by anything this wicked world has done ~
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I really appreciate it
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Then our eyes cry and soul sigh
So that we know that it hurts
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