Fly Away

Her eyes drowned him
in absinthe shades,
foretelling a beguiling
beginning, but
he drank her in,
savoring her silouette
growing calmer
in her presence.

He could have
kept her, had he
learned her song,
but he was consumed
by shallow puddles.

When Zephyrus offered
his mighty gale,
he adamantly declined,
claiming reliance on creative
gusts could stifle his own
message.

But she was swept up
in an instant, gladly
riding the west wind,
and left behind the boy
who drowned,
forsaking love
for wisdom.

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