Wingless Bird

On a clear morning…

Fable tells.

You can see forever.

Or,

as deep as,

a wishing well.

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But the dawn had not promised me,  as much as…

The fate’s fortune.

Only pixie, pose and promise.

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High up on a tower.

Could I have asked for more.

A whisper…

Perhaps, wingless bird alit.

This is when time will tell to soar.