it was in the slow heavy days of august
i watched the tragedy unfold
a tidal wave of sorrow filled with a singular rage
a focused purpose
her majestic grace would falter as each new torrent battered without mercy
in my soul i could feel the tears she refused to cry
her wings clipped
she could not escape
her spirit slowly faded
until one day she let the hurricane of emotions swallow her
as her last whisper left rose in defiance
i wished her peace as i unlocked the shackles
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