If its yours, set it free.
Fluttering within my clasped hands, I fear her wings may break; Wings of violet and ruby, a beauty he did make.
A moment more I steal to gase upon her delicate splendor, soaking in her features so that I will remember.
With trepidation I release my hold and watch her fly away, her resolve to leave I could not sway.
Open hands, still standing in the spot I let her go. Will she return? The answer I do not know.
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