Heart bleeds by demise of fair chance
Sist born with disappointment of loosing moon.
Pain acute finds no medicant competent
Healing the pinching lump hostile,
Inner feelings rue for sitting pretty
At crucial hours overlooking the bird insisting
Desperate enough to desert it's home comfort
For greater sky flying fast to settle the dust.
Vision constrained with guts diffident dared not
To dive upon the uncertain air in desperation.
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