I can no more be your one.
So I friend the streets
And follow them.
To their ending,
Or their start.
And I shoot again my stem.
I can no more be the one,
Kindling ashes to our flame
When they flicker,
I relight
And they glow again the same.
I fall lighter and i walk.
And i learn to run again.
And i fly.
To my refuge yonder sky
And i touch a star beneath.
In my breath.
I am a falcon
friend of moon.
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