Fallen Pages, Fallen Angels

Onward as the wind blows, a little sway in the boughs of thought,

The birds sing gentle melodies hinting at a beauty, now eclipsed by the page,

An elusive path to freedom, on descending blue lines,

Like Icarus, they fall on my notebooks…

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