A Bird With Clipped Wings

Birds don't fly with clipped wings But here you are; flirtatious beyond boundaries. Now gazing at the limitless sky. Take courage, you've cried enough. Wipe away the tears. Now is the time to take the reins. In stale air, in every weakness, in every breathless state; all brought the beauty out of you. Leave the rubbles behind, freedom awaits you. Howbeit that the effulgent now seeks after you. Once absent, now it esteems you. Stretch out those wings, fly my birdie! Fly above the storm. For nature never meant for you to fly. You overcame all obstacles and laughed at the hailstorm. The irony was to keep you bound and lifeless; to keep you submerged and forgotten. But now you can almost see the horizon.The colorful picturesque landscape; all coming into fruition at last. My, my, my! What a beauty! So Illuminating. Such a tease! Who would've taught the clipped bird could fly? See how she sores through the storm. So love every moment. The sky is calling your name now.