Broken wing
Wounded bird
One winged
You cannot fly
Some think
Why don't you die..
What use are you..
What can you do..
It healed some yes
Still not just right
I see you bird
We fight a broken fight
One winged perhaps
A change to life
Adapt to cope
We do in strife
You never know
My feathered friend
In time we may find
A fix to mend
~A.R.*
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