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BIRD.

BIRD.

Where are the heroes
When all the killing is done
Who are we now
When our time has come.

We see the angels
And love their flight
In fact we are as one
Up there, anywhere we are.

You had a dream
A dream of circumstance
Living like a spent answer
Not wanting to be let go.

Hide, hide in this rainbow
Where all can be as one
See the feathers, ruffle them
They are the silver lining.

Lie, stay a while
This mortal coil
To wish upon another.

But herein lies the fallacy
We are but what we wrought
There is no escape
No quick winged flight
From all our fears
You cannot hide within a dream
What lurks there is not real.

Remembrance times for long ago
To bring the mind to still
Is shadowed by the former glory
Not always what went before.

And this is nurtured fecundity
No sorrows born of quick wit play
It is but the calling
Of another new found day.

GRUM

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