A cloud’s lining, way deep below me
The sparrows take home in the stars
I lift my arms, but I have no wings
Slowly, I drift in the breeze
The autumn-coloured carpet
Of the forest and the leaves
I see a girl, with hair like a ruby
Her silver gown is tattered and torn
She’s too far and fast for me to reach her
The wind taking my voice away
It’s quiet up here, the night is calm
I stop and reach for the moon
Like a tiny and lonely satelite
My body limb, but in control
The shadows of space embraces me
Chilling into my bones and into my soul
I grow my feathers, grey and black
And end my flight on this November night
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