What I Wouldn’t Do

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

I can’t tell you exactly how it will end.
But I can say this:
When it begins,
It will feel like rain
And when it ends,
It will feel like the fire.
And the truth is,
We’re all beautifully mad enough
To believe that maybe love
Was meant to save us from ourselves.”

His hand, trembling and outstretched
To the beautifully frail creature before him
She eyed the hand and the boy
Ready to flee
If he began to move too quickly

Day after day he held out his hand
Then he’d sit quietly
Sometimes he’d read
As he listened to her falcon song
Then he began to sing along

Closer and closer
She was drawn
To the bright colors
Formed by their entwining music
Until, finally, at his feet she perched

When next he offered his hand
She didn’t resist
And lighted upon his wrist
Accepting tender caress
And…

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