Fly Away... Poem by Insignia Rose

Fly away little bird.
Fly to the heavens where your wings will breathe;

Fly to the mountains where you will begin to sing;
But then drift down and hum in silence,
as your wings have died,
and along with it,
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What did die?
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Not I or another, lost;
looking for a brother.
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If one can understand these non-sensical tales
then let me tell you what is lost but a tavern of vale;

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The chameleon among lions

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And the requiem of a Phoenix;

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Silence can be loud, but can you utter that violence?