a bird sinks down
through the wind,
unmindful of clouds
to cushion its fall

past the snow-
capped mountains,
passing the time that
seemingly freezes

...and the tree that
was just a speck
from miles above,
is now a giant
to a bird that descends
from the heavens

the gods might as well
have clipped its wings,
unfitting of tendered-
grace, utterly unyielding.

unto the bottomless
dept of the earth
has no sounding of horns,
a winged-god deprived
of love has fallen.

Alice Cuenca

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