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  • Anxious Poets Society
    • Dec 8, 2018
    • 1 min read

The Chimes of Spring


Godspeed Fly ahead Go where I wish to be and feast on worms

Fly back And become someone Else’s envy

Wisps of life made so hollow In dead eyes and tepid wings

Carry my ambitions for me When I send you off To never meet again

I’ll never think

"Star-winged thing- Fly where you wish

Without thought of winter or cold

Or the deadness of the earth Or beyond your will or The breath of your young,"

For if I had There would be no chirping to carry my heart across in spring.

 

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