Eolian child,
who tossed in the wind,
for many a year
your wings have been pinned.
Trapped in an enclosure
too small for your size,
to the one who caught you
you're only a prize.
Dreaming of times
back when you were free,
to get back to your zephyr
you'd pay any fee.
Eolian child,
as the decades roll by,
eventually you will
forget how to fly.
Live in this cage
and forget your past
it's stale air you'll breathe
until your last.












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