Crying Soul

The wounded bird flies so elegantly.
Its grace is unique to all who see it when the moon shines bright. Its shadow sees the pierced spear that has gone through its soul without resistance.  The two sided wall is the mirror that reveals the hunger and light.  Come one, come two, the rustling sounds, alone crackles, breaking down.  The sunflower stands tall with honor to give peace and one more breath to soothe its life. Its wings perched on to a glowing petal but with uncertainty it flights.

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