The Broken Flight
Am I truly flying?
Or am I falling,
With torn and broken wings?
Landing for a brief moment
Near what seemed my sanctuary,
To tend to my little ones,
I drifted into a deep, heavy slumber.
When at last I awoke,
My babies
Were already gone.
Am I truly flying?
Or am I falling,
With torn and broken wings?
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