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Flight of Bird that brings the Dawning
The searing flight
to the yawning crack of dawning
chasm of bursting horizon
sweeping trees and hills and forests
in its wake
honed like a spear
chasing the Sun
The light bleeds crimson
spilling over
the night’s undoing
the precarious warmth
licks its promise
singeing
the edge of its wing
The landscape a blur
a streaming comet-tail behind it
a missile of intent
propelled
fuelled by desire to fly
straight into
the heart of the Sun.
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