The way of love is not a subtle argument
The door there is devastation
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
     they are given wings

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  1. This is too beautiful and said so simply, sweetly… deep meaning and forever contemplative…

    Okay, I really really would like these wings…. I would fly in my own circles {8’s} hovering above my favorite homes, peeking down in the chimneys, and I would try with all my might to make it to the mountain tops… I think these wings would get me there.


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