Aviary (The Fledgling)

The bird sings
A honeycomb tune
Suckled with melodies
of its past life

The sounds of a bustling street
Drenched in a curtain of rain
Waiting for the final call
A free fall into love

Little did he know
As quiet eyes open
And tender hearts float
The spreading of wings

As he
descends
into her atmosphere
A blazing comet
Hurtling towards




His first heartbreak
His first flight
Freedom
The aftermath
                                                                                     
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