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roots and wings




He's been standing years after years for so long

And he hasn't moved 

His roots touch the heart of this world 

And he's tempted fate a thousand times 


Yet when his wings grew out he felt no pain

He bled from the cracks on his skin 

But he smiled it all away 

For he knew this time he hadn't taken something that was not his  


He's been flying around while he feels the pulse of the earth

Everytime he unleashed his wings he felt more peace with his ground

He's a little bird and to everyone he sings

Soil and sky 

His roots and his wings


Until next time,
love always
S

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