by Diane Vega
I've flown through the winds of love,
through the winds of betrayal,
through the winds of good,
and through the winds of evil.
You thought you crushed me.
You did.
Tears on the forgotten roses became my healing nectar.
Yesterday I was still,
but at this moment I know I will fly again.
Look up and your thoughts will bring me your way.
It is there I will quickly flutter my wings
and whisper through your soul that I forgive you
although I may never understand the winds of changes in life.
I fly, fly, fly,
once again into the sunshine where the winds pushed me.
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