Burning Borders

Knowing that there are no walls

in the sky

The cuckoo revelled in the blue

As she was immersed in the fanciful swoop

She didn’t see the enraged fences

But for the ire spitting blaster

Border was their holy word

They welcomed her

Gave her a giffy

To breathe the last syllable

Of her song .

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