Freedom
Flying with the flock.
A glamour; a parrot
In pigeon feathers!
Winging through the wrong winds,
Two strokes behind
With the sun in my eyes.
Twisting, the invisible torrent
Cold and flashing and finally,
falling.
And not caring at all.
--Arley Sorg
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