Recovery

The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound

He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices in wholeness; without rebound

What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns

So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns

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