When we fly
We fly together,
Circling the sky—
Together of a feather
We fly
Until the autumn sun
Wanes in the sky.
But now,
We no longer fly,
No longer together—
Separate—
We are stuck here,
Perched on high.
Alone,
Watching the fall sun die;
With death looming over,
In streams of severance,
I cry;
I hope to return
To the freedom
Of the sky,
Before the sun’s
Final setting
And I
Die.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 12, 2026.
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Author:
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Comments2
Good write T. Is it Monday? lol. Argh!!
Here's what would have been a hit for the Hitler youth !
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