Brave bird

Doesn't matter anymore what color is sky
a heavy breath they take as they are suppose to fly,
tugged in line, trembling in air
swings as directed poor fragile!


Look around they do well with pretending to be happy
dead dreamer wears glitters in eye and smiles copied,
beyond the light is what they wish they may
but keeping up with the winds is what keeps them away,

One day one did deny the account
saw colored dimensions above the clouds
now willed to go beyond
others talked and giggle about ,

It was obvious he wasn't meant for heights
but against the course he intends and flys  ,
contrasting spectrum ends to a still night
beautifully silent beneath dimming sight ,

Suffocation wasn't nothing new
consumption of fear what else is it called by?
although it was air which was scarce this time
guess Suffering and misery are aspects of mind ,

At height however he see he sees no color
dark and darker it soar ,
at midst of procession he did look down
which made him feeble and feel divided about ,

A later a little twinkle on darker side glows
wings stabbed eyes froze ,
none witness what he did
none knows how beautiful death is

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