FLEDGLING

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: January 22, 2013

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you blew in on a winter's day

and flew out on the same
considered life as man and wife
but was it just a game ?
.
for life must hold reality
that's made of brick and stone
while wispy dreams are nice it seems
in fact you were alone
.
so fly my little fledgling
and sing your lovely song
and when you choose what tree to use
make sure that you belong
.
yes, fate had seemed to join us
in this certain time and space
perhaps, its true my part is through
and that is hard to face
.
and what you call desertion
is in fact an act of love
i'd love to clasp you in my grasp
but here's a little shove
.
so fly my little fledgling
for love's a funny thing
its hard to know when time to go
and when its time to cling
.
for flight is always frightening
but a soul can't simply float
we've spent our time in dreams and rhyme
we've hit the highest note
.
but now that you have found your voice
a new song you must trill
and though we may be far away
please know i love you still
.
so fly my little fledgling
it is time for you to roam
what may occur i'll make you sure
my heart is still your home
 


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