She’s of many wings
But the gods silenced
Not eager to whistle a tune,
A melody of courageous tone
An eye on her every wings
All saw the wall, an iron fence
The sun too far shining
Farther through a tunnel peek
Her heart, a swaying sail
Shook in tormented breeze
Shiftless in the dying wind
An Eye opened for a lax docking
Many foggy destinies passed
A prosperous beach in sight
A goal of long stretched arm, felt
An island dwell all, and emptiness
There, a hill stood in the old village
Even of few eyes, his echoes reached
His shadow cast, old generations a present
The only gift on sweating backs
On this yellow hill she sat one day
At first, soft and warm she sought her way
The hill with many riches inside
Though still grassless, her mind comfort
Much yellow sands, a big world lay
Assuage under a fireball’s infinite rays
Only one longest bird’s hair, of a feather
Oddly thick, to string the sands a bridge
Her old sailing boat, bedded on the sand
Tired from endless crashing waves
My story, the ears abide not a minute’s life
Her love, a flesh bears forever
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