The bird has flown

once you were entirely mine –
every bone, every muscle,
every cell, every thought –
was of me, from me.

now you belong to this earth,
it’s soil, it’s air, it’s water in you;
taking from it thoughts
and giving it yourself.

fly, fly away, high and far,
don’t look down,
let not fear grip you,
and i
i am always here,
for you.

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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