Fate's Sparrow

The sparrow’s frail wings flap
Past blue rivers
And sweetest sap
But the incessant wind
Shoots poison arrows 
The sparrow’s frail wings flap
No more
The unforgiving wind hauls 
And harrows—
Yet the sparrow falls
To the forest floor

Together with the ceaseless wind
The sparrow sings 
A ceaseless tune
But wings are pinned— 
For those who 
Gaze up at the moon
Yet in the wind’s quick gasp  
The sparrow limps long enough 
To fly 
Long enough To escape
The asp 
 
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Modal_Jazz

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15 years old

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