With wounded wing
She attempts to fly
Against the wind
On the darkest of nights
Above a blanket
Of fresh fallen snow
Ascending alone, she begins
The long, cold journey home
Her scars remain deep
From the torrential storm
That cast her afar
Abandoned, lost
Weary, her wings tremble
To stay aflight
Until dawn finally emerges
Among tranquil skies
Safe and secure
Within the sun’s
Warm golden rays
She begins her descent
To a better place
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