Children Of The Wind
Then tiny birds shrilled and screetched over head,
diving and turning like aircraft fighting an invisible battle that meant nothing
Or perhaps it was the wind that willed each way there wings would stray
and they flew as feathers would without choice but to obey.
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diving and turning like aircraft fighting an invisible battle that meant nothing
Or perhaps it was the wind that willed each way there wings would stray
and they flew as feathers would without choice but to obey.
-Th3 RaYn3cYpH3R