>I am born Sunday Scribblings Birth #220

>As I fly through the open field

My feathers disintegrate

Turning to ash

I perch myself on a wire

Trying to regain my composure

I look out at the apocalyptic land

How did it come to this?

I attempt to take off

Only to find I can no longer fly

I have grown limbs . . .

So I must walk

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2 responses to “>I am born Sunday Scribblings Birth #220

  1. >hm a new way of living born? I liked this.

  2. >Well that's incarnation for you, who knows what you are going to be when it happens. Mind you it must be a real bummer having to walk after having flown!

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