DAILY I can’t dance, I can’t fly, I can’t return I can’t weep, I can’t breath. I burn sorrow’s fire Heat beyond bearing, Singed black feathers, Fluttering in empty streets of longing, Lost hope, and memories of delicious laughter. No one applauds the miraculous muscle The unstoppable beauty poised, Waiting the last leap. In the quiet turning No looking back Only imagination opens To the unknown.
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