Thin Air
Dove
Fling in this thin air,
are you able to breath?
Could you feel even your wings beat throughout all
all
all this life that encircles your small frame.
Gracing the sky with a white gleam of swift feathers,
that blur your black, glistening, glass bead eyes,
gathering sights, that you are unaware your own mind is gathering.
Traveling through and over, the many stops you could call home,
but instead must keeping anticipating perhaps a better shelter?
Perhaps a better brood?
Perhaps a better life?
Dove
Fling in this thin air,
are you able to breath?
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