A perfect union of earth and sky, drawing me in,
calling forth who I once was
before the ruins descended.
I take a knee,
letting go now of the prayer
I’ve been carrying
for so long, eyes closed
my back lurches and my wings extend,
as my spirit reaches
into the clouds.
Note: Is he human or is he hawk? It’s hard to tell sometimes.
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