I do beseech, to them it is a screech

standing

at brink

toe to edge

stormy weather

i breathe deep to ribs

feet on soles made of leather cling to surface

my wings no longer feathered and lift off a distant memory

i do beseech

to them it is a screech

for our children

we must reach

With all our might to peace

Or we vanish in the breach

For what?

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