There was a song in the evening that whispered
to the falcon
Alas, I think I will not join in the song
for I fear to sing off-key
Wondering if we will ever see the sun
and if a smile can be summoned
the messages are done
Disconcerted by the news, she took to the field
running for the love of those she fears
The small crowd demands an encore
the falcon flies ever closer
may he choose not prey
near my life today
Excuses for a new year
anew seem hollow after winter
depart through black gates
I would not see you face my past
that time has passed, and ours cannot last
Now, my dear, I take my leave
Dire Portents can arrive as
closest friends
and a falcon’s work
it never ends
Dire portents can arrive as closest friends. That kicks ass
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Thanks Rob
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This is where I say that my like means “I see you. I hear you. I honor your pain.”
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Thank you so much my friend 💕
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Love the poem and the photograph.
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Thanks so much Amanda 🙏
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You are Welcome 👧
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