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Walking home

Today walking the cut off road, home

watching clouds and birds disappearing

all these moments of coming, going

I came upon feathers of a flicker, brightest orange

and further on the road, his body

and wondered of his dying

and if he was freer in death

or in flying

Of my own life I pondered

the fleeting moments of freedom

so much lost in the sinking sun of youth

difficult to find amidst a hurried life

fewer and farther in between

to breathe, a restless mind

settling in a silent stream

and when shall come the hour

a moment to be free

Walking with you

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