Deep faith

A skies new wings appeared,
a greedy intake of smoke.
Strange faces ran through,
trying to grow intimate.
Snapping at everything that moved.
Wind along the grey road,
merging with distant memories.
Bearing my wounds, I cried.
A few falling tears
in a secret bidding.
And all that, is what makes
the fruit ripen.

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