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Details | Rhyme |

Fly Little Bird

Baby bird now sings his song    	       
When the others are away,          		
Watching all the wolves below     		
As they wait to catch their prey.  		

Time goes by, and sadness calls,	
For they’ve left him all day long;    	
Still, he chirps his lonely tune,       	
Hoping love will hear his song.      	

Oh, if he were big and strong         	
And could howl right past the moon,	
He’d take a breath and cry it out:      	
“Please get here, love me soon!”    	

The clan returns to him at last        	
To ease his lonely blues.        	
It’s all he knows, it’s all he’s got       	
So much is there to lose.    	

And when the sun reclaims the dawn   
Again he knows they’ll leave;    		
To venture on his own; “No way,        
For they would surely grieve.”            

Nestled under mother’s wing      
Too scared to flee the nest,        
This flightless bird, whose soul has wept,     
Bears perched life as the best.                    

But mother glides; he’s all alone,              
And wonders what could be,                     
Believing there is something more            
Worthwhile beyond the tree.                    

Could he perhaps jump off the branch      
And fit in with the pack;                          
Or fly beyond the forest line                    
Intrigued by this new track?                    

He hears the sweet soft melody                     
Like the one he likes to sing.   
Longing to be free from all                            
These leaves beneath his wing.                     

Convinced she won’t accept him                    
For no yellow bird is she,                              
He tweets his beats to tell her                       
That, in fact, neither is he.                            

Learning of a bird so brave                 
She drew closer to his nest                 
To glimpse the autumn colour           
Beating boldly from his chest.           

Dismayed by blatant fear,		
In this beautiful young thing—		
Who wished for gusty freedom		
To sing the songs he liked to sing—		

She sang out to his calling,		
Telling him that she was near:		
“And when the time is right to fly,		
Let go and I’ll be here.”			

She worried for his safety,			
For the wolves were all around.		
Ready for the pounce, were they,		
And sure he’d hit the ground.		

Melody so believed in him			
And sang as loudly as she could,	
To guide him through uncharted air	
So he could fly like birdies should.		

“Spread your wings, now, little one,	
No need to fear at all.			
For I’ll be there to catch you		
If you should sadly fall.”			

Assurance was all he needed		
And with that he did soar.		
“Hunters who? No prey am I;		
I’ll fear sweet life no more!”

Repost: One of the poems I posted in my earlier days of Poetrysoup. I must have deleted it!

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Ode To Canadian Geese Haiku

anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
 'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!

Canada’s Geese © HAIKU

All Northern Geese ‘crop’	
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!

Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU

Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’ 
Two tails split ends!

Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU

Touristic ‘fly-bys’ 
Soar far north in summer months 
Down south in winter!

Canadian Geese © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’ 
Comings and goings!

Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese consent
 To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!

Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU

‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
 Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!

Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
'V-trailing'  geese to the sky 
Masses 'enlist' onward!

Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese mark
 'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped  destinies!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |


life flies, so quickly away
As I sit and watch from an old window
Where I love to play

So fast, in your dreams you go
In the evening hours, by the old window
What do you want to know?

A child’s cry, breaks the silent hours
The beginning of new life, at a new window
Where a new soul grows

Bright lights flash into your quiet dream
From distant stars, through the old window
Where their reflection screams

I sit by my own old heart
And dream it flies, out the old window
Landing safely into its own shadow

love flies so fast away
on this frozen day, by the old window
love warms my heart today

A blackbird cries, as it tries to fly
where I see her try, by the old window
And I feel her cry

Weather beating wings falling open wide
A shivering heart eyes like an old window
In the frozen snow

I know she will have her day
As I watch her fly away thru the old window
Where we love to play

written 04/02/2012  by: cynthiaFerguson

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Bald Eagle

The Bald Eagle is a bird of prey with spectacular aerial displays,
They soar and swoop and dive and glide ever so gracefully;
    Dashing predators in silent pursuit,
    Their brown plumage is beautiful.
They swirl and glide above jagged rocks majestic in the sun,
A particular place is their nest that they will defend till death;
Dedicated to their mates and protector of their chicks,
    A bird to be admired for courage.
    And how I love those mighty wings,
    And those feathered legs and claws;
    Such strength in every wing beat,
         Once a familiar sight in North America.
         Endangered due to persecution and pesticides,
Now they are thriving again and out of danger in America;
A national symbol for their majesty, power, courage and resilience,
              So for me the Bald Eagle will always be the bird of choice;
                   So spiritual and full of dignity, a symbol to represent people,
Oh never could it be any other bird, although there are some beauties to behold. 

October 21, 2015

Free Verse

Submitted to the contest, Another Bite Of the Cherry
sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot

Did not place in contest.

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Night casts shadows on hollowed ground
An eagle flies, painful the screams;
While reddish crown lifts, armed with grit
That its rafters fight bleak of dreams.

Wisps of clouds, like puffs of smoke
Rage on stents of bushy trees
Its royal pose and nest fledgling,
Are caught up in a claw's tight squeeze.

With fervor calling through the winds
Bold eyes glare in kingly action;
With courage releasing true will
From grim hunters of destruction.

Soon mighty eagle flees by night,
Wings swooping to escape arrest;
To gather might for life ahead
Unfolding freedom at its best.

Dated 10/22/2015
Screwed Vlll Contest
Sponsor: rob carmack

~Dedicated to the endangered Monkey Eagle of Asia
which may become extinct due to unlawful hunting.~

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Free Will Life

I once veered from the road less traveled 
And gazed upon the minion sheep 
Watching as they followed 
Their mindless paths 
My soul begin to weep 
For the endless torture they had unraveled 
Led by dictation 
Fed on tribulation 
Never once seeing 
An open mind equals an open heart 
I want to shout 
I want to scream and shake them 
As if waking them from a dream 
And tell them to realize 
The world around them is a lie 
Not what they are programmed to see 
But in this free will way of life 
Nothing is as it seems

Copyright © Darla McGinnis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Ocarina Steps

He meets my troubled eyes with fervor in his stare
Probing for a way inside

I gaze along the fleeting horizon at the magnificent azure skyline
The petals of the flowers clinging to my skin as I realize its beauty
My eyes, tearing, find the wonder dying away
And my soul sinks

The last sigh of the day reaches the pool of dianthus
My hands remain in the cool waters, soothing my impatience
The sweet flowers blend with the fresh scent of the rainwater,
Easing a heart otherwise bursting

He draws the ocarina to his lips,
A sun conure perched on his shoulder
His fingers skillfully shift, as the song carries on
The night delightfully listens
The frogs and crickets join in

I sing lightly, 
And he smiles, 
For just as I draw breath and sing,
The sun conure takes flight
Finally ready to embark the heavens

When our song is finished,
We join hands and walk along the darkened path
Clinging flowers in our stride
There is no more waiting, for our journey has long begun

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Swan

The peaceful, humble beauty 
of a white lily drifting on reflective night
hums a sweet melody 
of contrasting light.

Trusting the darkness 
to be his throne
and the moon of loneliness
to crown his soft, unheard moan.

I watch from bushes of scorn
that mock him cruelly.
His fragile crest is pierced by the thorn
of rejection and bleeds its sorrows silently.

The rejected jewels of nature are mourning
for the king of the skies to raise his wings
but he can't see beyond remembering
and can't see past the thorn's stings.

Oh, scarred heart of grace,
spread strenght and flee with wild freedom
unto priceless solace 
away from this desolate kingdom.

Oh, jewel in creation's crown,
look not to stirred reflection
for it is mere perversion, a frown,
of the white rose of perfection.

Go now, leave behind only
a legacy of despised beauty.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Eagle

Above it flies, above it shows
The power which every man knows
Alive it was, Alive it is
The eagle that possess it fierce

Above I saw, Above it's free
Finding its path and destiny
Alert the eyes, Alert the wings
The power everywhere it brings

Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Classicism |


There are clouds in the sky spell
Streaks quiet and fairly impressive
The sun rises in the morning to come
Later came the dark screaming like babies
Never to bald the forest-hood
Think of the flying wings that lead
The small forest in a silent call
The green tree foliage is in destiny
My beautiful garden is pretty cheerful
bright and daring beautiful
the flowers propose with unfading color
I am visiting my garden this morning
my lips trembled cold and chilling

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Let me go

              Let me go
 show me out the door with kind words
  I want you to Love me ..
  not punish by Force
 My Prison, my warden 

                 Let me go
          My choice to be Free
      Free of suppression,  of my own creativity
       let me decide for myself
               my destiny 

                Let me go
           let go of me gracefully
     I belong to myself , children and God
       Let me go , let go of me 
                 I am free 
            to choose to love and give
                 I am Free 
          from what burdens me 
                now I am Free

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Wounded Bird of Flight

Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded

The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing

One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still

Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one

Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Flying Bird

Look, a bird, a little bird!
She flaps her wings, clapping the wind,
Is she fleeing away from the earth?
by flying a cross word.

Oh, the little bird!
How does she so hesitate and wander?
Is she struggling with eager?
Or because she has to suffer?

She's been flying day and night
must be she really tired
does she need to have a  rest?
No, she is dragging by the glomming light

Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |


 As I fly,
miles high,
out across,
the deep blue sky,
I look for prey,
on the forest floor,
as I elegantly soar,
I can spot a hare,
a mile down,
and dive at 100,
to the ground,
I am the acrobat,
of the air,
and the king of the sky,
without a care.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Albino Hawk

Above a crimson sun-raise.
Albino Hawk can soon fly.
He spots its prey, from miles away.
I'd dare say.
His swooping,swift, and sudden,
Entrance is frightening.
We squint with inferior eyes.
Upwards towards brilliant sky.
Grasping His awesome feats.
So enlightening.
I'd dare say! Dumbfounded!
His weakness builds His strengths,
I'd dare ask.
If this progression lasts,
Will some day Hawk-eye, overcome us?
Somewhere  from the third row.
Sits Darwin's eyes aglow.
Saying, "I told you so."
Just God Who says , "Not So."
And Id' dare ask.
"Does Hawk-eye own a soul? 
You should very well know.
The nature of His game.
His assent more mundane.
We should very well say.
If truth we could grasp.
Just ask.

Copyright © Oliver Krier | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

The Infant Vulture

Perched in unfamiliar terrain
Drenched in an unforgiving milieu 
An infant vulture, lingered in pain
On the edge of a hill resisting the wind`s allure 

With no prior instinct, it treads 
Flapping its sporadic feathers
The strides it takes eradicate presumed threats
Its minute wings accelerate, while panic withers

Moving ever so further from the edge
A sense of pride provided a much needed surge 
With eyes firmly fixed on the safe pasture ahead
Victory! Was meet, imparting its winning urge

The jubilation bred self-reliance and stupendous thrill
The former weary eyes prowled 
Saw prey and killed
The innovative, un-vulture like infant was proud.

The effort…..the triumph…..the kill
The essence……the lesson…..instilled.

Copyright © Vusi Mtsweni | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Barking bird

I stand awkward and unsure
So different from the rest
Unaccepted and rifled with ridicule
Uncomfortable yet hoping to conform
A fate that feels so wrong

I struggle to fight the urge without intent 
A path I forever lament
My tribe will love me if only I can find
Those common attributes they say will forever bind

Yet, there is a different path I pursue 
Bold and true to myself I burst through
Realize my destiny and prove to be great
Never looking back but only within
Being different without fear for its my fate

There are no barking birds 
Unless I choose to be first
I so choose
To be a lone barking bird

Copyright © Anson Decker | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Fly away so freely

With storm clouds all around me
The Heaven's about to rain down
This is when I'm at my best
Under pressure I'm alive

Standing on my tip toes dancing
At the oceans edge
A hurricane is coming
This is when I'll fly away

I'll use the wind and rage beneath me
I'll soar higher than the clouds
Every doubt inside of me
Will vanish, they will break their ties

Life it sometimes pushes you
Thinking it's in charge
But you have to take control
Paint your own story, follow your own road

Believe nothing can hold you down
Drift away like a beautiful bird
Find your wings capacity
It is your inner strength

Feel the winds upon your skin
Brushing over every cell
Now go forth
And face the world

Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |



Copyright © SHARITA CRAWFORD | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Bird of A Brave Man

Confined in a high concrete fence
A house with the window bars
His brand-new residence
The guard took back the handcuffs!
In this concealed house 
Barely provided the basic utilities 
Surrounded by a pace
Will let him continue the breathing. 

Confined in a high concrete fence
Blocked off from his comrades
Those who have been oppressed 
By the antique monarchy
Those who protested the dictatorship
Called peacefully for justice
And the basic human rights;
Just for a single life time on Earth!

A bird flew by
Then came back to circle in the sky
Like they knew each other for long time
Wanted to boost the unfree friend.
From now on, only the brave’s heart
Could fly over the high fence 
To follow the white dove!

Copyright © Xaysouvanh Phengphong | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

eternal summer dream

an autumn songbird gives voice to the luxurious late day
beautiful its song caresses the ear
all natural world breathing as one with your heart
as the sun itself kisses you tenderly
as if saying farewell to you and the day
and as the sun slips to the horizon
you close your eyes and can feel heart take to wing
with the autumn songbird playful in the crisp air
feel your soul breath and soar among the clouds
floating in the warm breeze of
that eternal summer dream where
everyone is forever young and in love
forever happy and filled with wonder
the autumn songbird fills me with her song
fills me with the strength of possible beauty that the new day promises
fills me with the peace found at the heart of kindness
so will you join me
rejoicing her song
will you take a moment to breath in
the wonder of late autumn summery day

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Called to you from down here
Had to hear your voice
Thanked you for the love you gave
Loved you for your choice

One sleepless night
Drawn to the stars
Fiery flight of glory
Red beauty of mars

Delicate and eased
Character so bright
We were very pleased
On one sleepless night

Passion in approach
You presence all so near
You swooped down from the star lit sky
And flew away with my fear

Copyright © Jamie Spence | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Who I am

Yes I know who I am
Mostly in a dense jam
Whether to cross over
To the free blue sky
Or to stay at anchor
The cage of ennui
Surrounded by
Some say protected too
By the attachments of affection
Ties hardened
In the enchanted garden
While I am still in a rift
Of agonizing conflict
The days and nights thus split
Half chained to the ground
Half craving for your looks profound

The bird keep pining
From the cage of bondage
Toward the boundless blue
Accumulates the dew
From your breath
Asking me to transcend
And blend with your smiles
For miles and miles
Into the infinite guile
To no end
I am afraid
In my head I lack courage
And come back
To the secured rice and potato
A chasm narrow
With no sky
This is I
April 2, 2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


A Robin’s Sounds

On, this bench I sat, wishing my situation was not
Everything seems wrong, within my path
I need a turnaround!, I need a turnaround!
Surrounded by trees, and an orange sun
Looking for answers before I move on
Lonely I sat, with a hurting heart
Silently weeping, as people go by 

Between the leaves, I heard a  wonderful sound
It was a robin, singing her melodies
I creeped to the spot, where,  she was singing majestically 
She saw me and wanted to get free
No, no, I am only here, to listen quietly
She flew high, not trusting me  

Now, lonely I was, and lonely again
Wishing I could stay in that robbins's suspense
She lifted me to a place of tranquility   
My mind was free, momentarily  
Rapped, in the sounds, of the robin’s beauty
I trusted her sound, to rest my miseries  
Back to reality,  that  brought me to this, bench

Copyright © myles home | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |


I imagined myself
One of the swallows
On the telephone pole wire
We will fly high
In the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
To my swallow friend
The same wind
Will take care of you and I
We will build our nest in the trees
Even as a bird
I will carry my heart on my sleeve
But the world
Couldn’t wash it away
Not a care in the world
Just when my next meal is going to be
Will it be a little high?
Or a little low
Who knows…

Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Twitted crow flies aloft

Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!

Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!

Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.

Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk. 

©Anees Rahman

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