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The Bird Who Walked Home
I dreamed a dream the other day.
I dreamed, you’d flown away
with your mended wings, years earlier.
with your mended wings, years earlier.
While I looked upon
with a happy smile
that did not extend to my eyes.
with a happy smile
that did not extend to my eyes.
And with a heavy heart and the lightest touch,
we both went back to where we belong
we both went back to where we belong
But
You came back.
You came back.
I was old, tired and hobbled.
You asked me if I’d still have you,
with your old wings and silver hair.
with your old wings and silver hair.
You asked me if I'd still have you
after the lifetime that had passed.
after the lifetime that had passed.
You asked me if I'd still have you
when you were running out of time
when you were running out of time
But it wasn’t age that I saw in that moment.
It was timelessness.
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