How low you fly through hushed breezes,
a'falter as whispers ground you...
Fade within your shadow,
hide amongst the dark of light.
Between each heartbeat, do you break a little?
Seeing you huddled, feeling your pain,
if only I could ease it away.
With summer on my heels, its burn now blisters.
I'll meet you again come fall
when the shadows no longer shield you,
and together, we'll fly again.
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