Matt Leo - A Bird, The Bird

To fly, like to die,
Above the lost cities of man
Across the ocean and sands
Through human waves of plague
My earthly sister,
will you take my hand, as I take to the sky.
To fly.
To Die.
My brother, wings of content
The spirit, floats among the clouds.
To touch the sun, diminished soul,
cause I fly, to the after and there before.
To fly, like to die
My spirit does soar
To the heavens and back
The dreams of flight....
Oh, how the damned may fly?

Matt Leo

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