Into the steady breeze
sweeping the country,
they spread their wings
and took off
By the riverside
where fragrant mothernature
siteth
once seemed well at rest,
By the riverside
with the last fading light,
They crept away
aye
the winged hope
the lasting peace
Dreams and promises
of a tomorrow's
stronger inner balance,
They took off-
all of them
And who sits alone left?
Like an empty sheath,
who sits majestic in sight
but a spent container?
Who else
but he
who is bleeding
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