Colhue


The only thing I hear
is a song.
It reminds me of all the times
I have fallen,
but have gotten up.
With help and others,
or without, alone.
And when I try to get up,
I realize I have a broken wing
and I can't fly.
But with time, it heals.
With time, I'll raise my wings up high
and start the flight.

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