There lies another one
songless now.

But the foolish wind,
young as it is, still
tries to lift her wing
and impatiently talks
no sense at all
into her hollow bones.
Urging her;
come play with me.

Soon the kid'll wonder off
to fall in love brand new,
without any recollection whatsoever
of that unforgiving gravity.
 
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