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Brittle Wings
This is the end of the Wings series, yes the Gods did play a cruel joke on both of us. We were incompatible. The lady flew back to Sweden and I moped for a week or two.
Too Brittle
Wings for me
Feather so light.
Too brittle
For my rough way.
Yours from art
Mine from the mountain.
Flying bird
Flying high.
You escape from
A love.
Escape you have
Love will search for anoth...
Thursday 12th December 2013 11:39 am
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