A birdie’s life started
with a hope to fly high
stretching the wings tempted
her to measure the vast sky.
The flight was cut short
her tiny feathers got a crop
with a flame in heart she fought
dare not to make her stop.
Dream of flight never died
new plumes soon grew tight
this breed will not give side
desires seeded for a new fight.
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