Beside the dark sidetrack, in that slender alley, she crouched beside her deceased mother,
Under those cement ceilings and the blurry weather, she spared not a tear,
Her wings demolished and she fell into the crevice she loathed,
Her world was once swirled and now it lay beneath that superficial tomb.

The blinding essence of hers broke away,
Her feathers were shredded off of her,
She stays muffled throughout the midday,
Once she...