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Falling in thaw

I hear them chirping

My brothers in love

I see them roosting

On boughs above

 

Jumping felt easy

To heed the call

Leaving the nest

Once and for all

 

The winds won't lift me

On wings too small

But mom, I'm flying!

Don't mind the fall

🌷(3)

◄ Till the bell tolls

Harsh browns ►

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