Excerpts of a Wandering Mind
Sunday, 16 February 2014
Fly
Clipped wings,
Still they touch the sky,
In dreams,
And long ago memories,
Moonlit nights,
These cut pinions,
Raise to the sky,
And a weary throat,
Raises a plaintive cry,
For the wings that will never again,
Fly.
~Rei Shiori
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