tired arms ache
under the burden
of letting go
aching arms with
lichen-licked
weathered bark...
the only armor
offered against
the stinging sleet
tired arms mourn
for barren nests
chilled ice blue
mourning arms with
tangled twigs
overgrown in dreams...
the only hope
offered against
the empty sleep
tired arms weep
to rooted origins
buried in the past
weeping arms with
tortured form
grasping for eggs...
the only promise
offered against
the fated feat
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