Fluttering upon the earth, I find her thus.
She cries and cries as I cradle her in my arms.
“My wing is broken.” She says through the tears.
“’tis not, just bruised.” I whisper.
She buries her head in my chest.
As I lift her in my embrace.
So soft is she.
An amazing flower I hold.
“I cannot fly.” She weeps.
“You can. All you need is time.”
“But what if---“
“Sssshhhhh” I tell her, holding her close.
She smells of roses, lilacs and lilies.
Her hair, silken strands of gold cascade down.
A gentle kiss I plant on her forehead.
How I want to plant more upon her lips.
“My wing is broken.”
“No, just bruised. Soon you can fly.”
“Soon?”
“Yes.” I laid her down on a bed to rest.
“Sleep now.”
She closed her eyes, a lone tear dried.
I stood over her as the night deepened.
“Sleep now.”
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