The Sound Of Flight

Under maple trees,
Of golden light,
She swayed to the sound of flight,
With wings of plighted oath,
Tied in fabric around her back,
Taunt by the weight of the knit,
Draped and folded over,
She whispered a mellow song,
Delicately echoed across the land,
A melody of murmured tune,
Swept in the wind,
For she had forgotten how to fly,
Her heavy heart held a burden,
Of gravity, unfathomed,
Unsound,
On the brink of the edge,
She trusted in herself,
Opened her wings,
Plunged,
Head first,
To fly amidst the clouds.

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