Falco
My fledgling heart grows
for the curve of your broad hand
the oak in your veins.
Lover, don’t cut my russet wings.
Take me as wild as tame.
for the curve of your broad hand
the oak in your veins.
Lover, don’t cut my russet wings.
Take me as wild as tame.
I will keep you safe
in the nest no hunter games
with the life of Nature.
Your Master I will be. But-
take you as wild as Falco.
in the nest no hunter games
with the life of Nature.
Your Master I will be. But-
take you as wild as Falco.
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