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Time flies by me

Like a tiny finch,

Almost unnoticed.

I see its wings

And hear its song

Of love.

———

It calls to me

From a distant land.

Above the trees

It soars the breeze

And gently lands

On little feet.

———

What’s left of me

Is buried deep.

Inside my heart

Is where I keep

My secret

Love for everything.

———

I open up my veins

For all to see

You free me from my

Iron-shackled,

Rusted dreams

And sew your love

Into my seams. 

———

It seems,

Frankly,

That I’m falling

Slowly,

Calling lowly

Out to you.

———

I echo winds

And send my dove

For a branch of life

Or a leaf of love.

It flies beneath

And soars above,

And returns to me

And spreads its wings. 

———

Reveal to me

Your everything

And I’ll return

The same.

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