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We have made wing improvements, see?
When we spangle them just right, they
take flight. They shine.
We whine that we can’t do anything about
the talons, the sharp-played edges that
etch and cut and sting.
But see, here’s the thing: they’re still
falling, and clouds have no handles and
without them there’s no song to bring.
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twiglet # 70.
Nice one
Oh! I really enjoyed this part ” and clouds have no handles and
without them there’s no song to bring.”
You had me at ‘Dragons’…
in the clouds.. with dreams. Sometimes even dreams have sharp edges.
But then bird song wakes us…