A free bird, you spread your wings. You fly away.
Left behind with damaged wings, I cannot follow.
Your singing fills the sky and lifts the fallen.
Those with damaged wings may not follow.
But as a free bird, you spread your wings for others.
And you always fly home.
A free bird, you spread your wings and return to freely nurture.
Your choices are your wings.
© July 20, 2023
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