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DAY 28: New Nest

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28/4/18

She prefered to fly alone,
It was her new way of
guarding her soul,

She scribbled promises
on her bleeding skin,
Of how her wings would
never perch on love’s tree,
And how she’d never build
her nest on a man’s chest,

The mountains must be
roaring with laughter,
For she’s cross legged
beneath that very same tree,
Plucking the feathers she used
to hide herself in,

Eventually
the heart will heal itself,
and find a new nest
where it can lay and rest,

Love & Blessings

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