My Kestrel

The kestrel tilts its head while it rides
on warm, dreamlike, updrafts of metaphors
singing to the shadows as it glides
lazily              (deceiving)
looking for a place, never its own

An untamed piece of beauty with wings
I throw my heart towards the heavens
and watch the kestrel catch my dreams

A silent scream that could never echo
amongst the cavernous reaches of the skies
breaks free from my chest, a gift given
and a world shown that I never knew

existed

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