there is no
caging
wings of light
that rise crimson bright
to fly the gilded river
until first light cools
on their wings
and they land
wings outstretched
while their feet
taste the earth
anew.
there is no
caging
wings of light
that rise crimson bright
to fly the gilded river
until first light cools
on their wings
and they land
wings outstretched
while their feet
taste the earth
anew.
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