I came again
against my better judgment
and
here upon my back
the
scars to prove it.
I have waited watching thinking
why
I came to you at all.
Where once I flew so high
and
never once grew tired.
Would you
if you could
I ask
once
more of you.
I know you love the
trees
and woods.
Here.......
Deep
with in the forest
is a place
that
sets you free.
But to get there
you must
fly
and have
two wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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