WINGS OF CARE

She lays on softness, in the
agony, begging helpless
To help
Wings asunder, broken, spread
Soul scorched and torn
Sweet feathers dead...no...

Wings of care can help her
heal,
 All loving turned to dust...the
deal...
Though still, she raises eyes to
high, in hopes
To find some reason why, yet...

Can find no solace in the
breeze
Nor in the clouds that only
tease... and roll and roll to fly
away...the agony all hers to
own...
This day

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