i took flight with innocence in my wings,
naïve to the gusts that awaited.
the winds of time and turmoil tossed me,
tumbled me in turbulence.
crumbled and creased, i fell,
my shape distorted, my flight interrupted.
but in each wrinkle and fold,
vivid and untamed perseverance.
i learned to smooth my edges,
to refold, to reshape, to rise again.
my creases are no longer...
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