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by D. Sager (writer), Oahu, Hawaii, baby!, February 01, 2012

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In a pinion fire

I watch as my wings of desire begin to burn

Stepping over the edge, I fall gentle but fast


Everything a blur, except the ride now past


I struggle with clipped wings of desire


Feathers floating in a pinion fire


Calls they echo, on cliffs of saddened


Still I fall, my wings abandoned


Through flight condemned to aviary


Caught by fate in the fall of Leave

First Written in opinionsofeye.com

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D. Sager is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.