Broken wings

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She will ride the storm

Her anchor can no longer

Weigh her down nor dredge

The sucking sands of her

Misfortune and defeat...

No hand will clip her wings

No chain will shackle misery

To her feet...

She will dance again

To a different song

And with healed wings

She will soar

headlong into clear skies

that smile over calmer water.

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