Wings open and close, embracing the rising sun
Light reflects off of ebony wings,
Throwing shards of blue and purple
At my eyes, one bright gold eye
Free of fear and shinning with intelligence
Catches my own and then with a harsh cry
The crow flies into the golden light
Carrying my heart and my dreams in its sharp talons
Iridescent wings rise and fall, closing in a dive here
Spreading into a glide there, nothing holding the avian back
Freedom embodied, longing given form.















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"Whenever you feel like, spread your wings and take your place in the sky. You will find yourself in a place between reality and fantasy. For there you must find your inner self." ~Me
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