broken wing

the bird with the broken wing

still sings

the butterfly fallen from the sky

still flies

the flower faded in the day

still sways in the breeze

the waves crashing loud

are proud

the moon alone in the night

shines her light

the iron gavel of your word

has been heard

the flight of my heart

is yet to start…

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