This tingling sensation, which is also a sharp pain…
Have I fallen?
Was I in the sky just now?
I could’ve sworn I was only staring into the lonely clouds.
What are these?
Are these feathers?
Are these hands?
Is that the beating of an actual heart?
Is that a man?
Where did he come from?
Why has he fallen?
For he bleeds,
I must take away his silent pains.
‘Oh dear sir, how are your wounded wings?’
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