Ascension

Fly away little bird.

Spread your golden wings.

With the Zephyrs as your guides,

Close your eyelids,

And soar little bird.

Your home beckons you.

 

Fly away little bird,

From the sepulchral thicket.

These daggers cling tightly to your wings.

Scatter them on the unforgiving ground.

Shed these thorns little bird,

They greedily thirst for your blood.

 

Ascend little bird.

Evaporate into the heavens,

Where the warm luminescence of the yellow sun

Embraces your troubled wings.

Melt the ice of your heart little bird,

And allow the celestial bodies to kiss your tender breast. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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