All night my heart has held new-feathered words, Deep-nested, not yet strong enough for flight, But, pushing upward like small winging birds, They seek their freedom in the morning light. My lips must be made ready with the curve That love imparts to send words forth at length With tone of voice empowered to preserve Their innate grace and God-provided strength.
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