by Dretta Grace White
We are betrayed
By the beating
Of our hearts
We are betrayed
By parted lips
And whispered words
We are betrayed
If only we had known
If only we had known
That to birds
Flight
Is also
The bitterness of fleeing
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by Dretta Grace White
We are betrayed
By the beating
Of our hearts
We are betrayed
By parted lips
And whispered words
We are betrayed
If only we had known
If only we had known
That to birds
Flight
Is also
The bitterness of fleeing
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