Monday, March 17, 2014

chains

[In the cold winter, north of the mirrored lake, a female crane fell victim to a hunter's snare. The male crane's anguished cries seemed endless as he circled above her for many days, eventually dying from the pain in his heart.
People of the time were surprised, and exclaimed," Life, death, meetings, partings; one shares and indulges in every moment with others. Should one be regretful? No, thankful!"
Legends says that cranes cried relentless until they bleed, their beaks dyed red.]

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Willingly chained to someone.
It's a matter of words.
Is it making the place inside someone's heart your home
or is it an iron tether that traps you next to them.
Those who go where the wind blows
and have no place to call home except the ground beneath their heads
Those who wander as they will
but cannot ever return, because what do they return to?
Those who are most free, those who have nothing holding them down
float endlessly.

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