a bird sinks down through the wind, unmindful of clouds to cushion its fall past the snow- capped mountains, passing the time that seemingly freezes ...and the tree that was just a speck from miles above, is now a giant to a bird that descends from the heavens the gods might as well have clipped its wings, unfitting of tendered- grace, utterly unyielding. unto the bottomless dept of the earth has no sounding of horns, a winged-god deprived of love has fallen.
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