{"sf1_id":1226360,"sf2_id":"AnKGL3on","title":"On Broken Wings","author":"zetasyanthis","words":314,"posted_at":"2017-08-14T00:41:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","Kitten","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1226360-on-broken-wings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKGL3on","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/96/93/96935540-d805-4d82-9fd6-4ebbd6c6ac48","description":"#12 of Poems\n\nWrote this two years ago on the flight to Hungary for my trip out there. Love you all. \u003c3","content":"A little bit of silence  \nA little bit of thought  \nA little bit of mischief  \nAnd love that life forgot  \n  \nA little bundle sleeping  \nAnd curled through the night  \nA little kitten weeping  \nAlone at dawn's fresh light  \n  \nThese are the briefest moments,  \nthe wings on which we fly,  \nthe smallest of our fierceness,  \nby which we grace the sky.  \n  \nSo in this darkness airborne,  \nI write these sacred words,  \nTo hold and keep a friendship,  \na bond across the world.  \n  \nThose moments tender, breathing,  \nthose moments holding close,  \nthose moments in the sunshine,  \nor broken on the coast.  \n  \nThose moments in the darkness,  \nthose moments all alone,  \nthose moments that remind us,  \nwhere 'xactly lies our home.  \n  \nThose moments broken, weeping,  \nthose moments full and new,  \nthose moments held and cherished,  \nI'd spend them all with you.  \n  \nThose moments are all different,  \nthough we all all the same,  \nand though in life and love and hate  \nwe see through diff'rent frame.  \n  \nBut still we soar upon them,  \nthose broken, tattered wings,  \nand hope to one day heal them,  \nwith music-singing strings.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Our path will be a long one,  \nand not one lightly walked,  \nbut though we tread in darkness,  \nnever alone we walk.  \n  \nFor we are of the kindred,  \nthose spirits bound and held,  \nthose minds and souls and hearts whose tears  \nwho have all too often bled.  \n  \nThough we honor the fallen,  \nand 'member those who've passed,  \nnever will we surrender,  \nno matter what our path.  \n  \nWe are those few survivors,  \nthose who've questioned self,  \nthe ones who somehow made it,  \nagainst the whole world set.  \n  \nAnd if there is a lesson,  \nfrom our hearts let it be,  \nthat no matter what place, what time,  \nto serve humanity.  \n  \nSo let this little silence,  \nas it flies through the sky,  \nremind all those with tattered wings,  \nthat you can and still fly.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1225993-yours.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1226361-does-it-really-matter.json"}}