I cannot fly.
There are no wings upon my back.
I cannot feel the wind
Tearing at my face.
Not in the way that they do,
My brothers and sisters,
Though not in blood.
They lend me their wings,
So that I may fly upon their backs.
So that I may feel wind,
Burning my skin,
As we rise higher and higher,
towards the sun.
-Falkner
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