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Fallen

I knew for a moment

The freedom of flight

Taking wing and soaring

Against the auburn sky

I knew for a moment

The safety of a place

Nestled in and comforting

Wrapped in quiet den

I knew for a moment

Where I belonged

Walking wooded trails

Loathe for the path to end

Autumn arrived and with the leaves

I drifted down from branches

To lie here on the damp November ground

Staring lonely at the sky now

Dreaming once again

Of flight

Sinking slowly into cold earth

Sinking coldly into dirt

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