broken wings

the sparrow sits
atop a naked branch
her blessed wings
poised, eager, young
bursting with possibility
trapped, bound by fate
she pauses for an eternity
awaits the fruition of a gift inherited
but never received
a boundless plain of sorrow
a vast canyon of peace
she sings with eternal gratitude
for her little eyes
and her beating heart

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