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The Crimson Hawk

by Bria Hiebert-Crape

Flying through my veins,
Beating wings against my heart,
Soars a crimson hawk,
Diving, rising, diving once again.

With piercing eyes it cries out,
Searching, craving unfindable freedom,
Its auburn head raises high,
Its heart sings out an unspoken language.

That's what lies within me,
Beneath the folds of skin,
Flying through my veins,
Beating wings against my heart.