To mend my soul.
I must abide here for awhile
Quiet, still, calm
I hear the river in the distance flowing.
Like many a dragonfly
My wings are tattered
But I will still fly.
I stand and let the wind
Flow through me
One day soon I will hear the squawk
Of the Great Blue Heron
Summoning me back
Once again to venture into the world.
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