• ....it was cold...
    the sky was gray...
    and the clouds drifted in the sky....
    the trees swayed ever so gently as the breeze made the branches and leaves dance...
    the winds caress his cold lips as they elegantly stroke his hair,,,
    a water bead dropped and hit the hard concrete...
    .... it was a boy....
    we see him hugging his knees as he sat outside a building...
    he didn't live there...
    another bead fell...
    he was crying...
    crying so deep within himself he couldn't bare to hold it in...
    his throat was choking up as he restrained himself from crying...
    ... his hair.... as gray as they sky... stretched out and touched the floor...
    he is beautiful....
    ... another bead fell...
    his face, smothered in tears, slowly began to lift up from being burried in his knees...
    the cold air hit his warm face... and awakened his eyes to something...
    a feather...
    a feather fell... and was being swayed by the calm wind...
    it is as white as the sun on a bright day...
    but the light from it... quickly faded...
    it turned black... then soon....
    to ash...
    his eyes crinkled up again...
    .... his special limb.... his wing... he has but one....
    there once was a time, when he had both...
    he ... is a fallen creature...
    an abomination... shunned from the world from once he came...
    but then.... he hushed his urge to cry... with a desperate thought...
    an attempt to get back what was lost....
    he went through the strange neighborhood he was in... and used an old
    butter knife... to chip away the black barbed fence in front of him...
    he didn't want to alarm anyone... so he did so everyday... chipping away at the black iron...
    he found a place to hide the pieces of fence in an abandoned playground...
    right under the small house shaped slide made of wood...
    ...
    one day he smiled a little,
    it was obvious that he had enough pieces for his little idea.
    he begged for lighter with an over sized coat at a street corner...
    hiding his shame....
    concealing his wing...
    he managed to be blessed with 4 lighters at the end of one fine week...
    he returned to the playground...
    with the day.... as dull as the one before...
    he lit up the lighter and heated up the fence pieces...
    so he can bend them in a significant way...
    he spent hours under that wooden play house...
    the floor leaked with water as it rained...
    smothering the fire on the lighter...
    his trembling hands shield the little flame from both the wind and the rain...
    as he continued to craft his little work of art...
    ..... he finished...
    and he was happy...
    ... he knew now what he "must" do....
    there was a piece of bent fence sticking out from his master piece...
    he the... plunged that piece... where his wing once proudly spread....
    it hurt...
    so much... the crimson life from his body spewed from the wound... and rolled down his back...
    the pain was too much to bare... but.... he.... smiled...
    and fell...
    the boy passed out...
    and slept... under that old wooden play house...
    in an abandoned play ground...
    he slept peace fully...
    ... then... as he woke.... something amazing happened....
    the art work he worked so hard to create... binded itself into his very bone...
    his very being...
    it didn't budge... nor did it get infected by the hours it was exposed...
    instead... it was clean... the blood was gone.... the wound healed...
    he...
    was very happy...
    in his desperate attempt to gain his precious wing back...
    in his own senile way... he was successful...
    he now can be seen... in that old abandoned playground... on top of the wooden play house....
    trying.... to fly.



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