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‘I want to fly,’ is what he said to me
‘Fly far away and we can be free’
That was his dream
Longing for the gentle breeze
To ruffle the wings of his imagination
But things never follow the thread
Everything coming apart
The thread being unraveled
In the midst of the night
Even the moon is sad
Sad for the way the world works
Sad for the small feathers of light
Sad for the seedlings of new life
Somewhere along the way
The thread snaps
The wind does not blow here
The sky does not weep here
The sea does not churn here
His wings do not spread anymore
The thread is but a whisper in the darkness
A memory, lost to time