Flying Lesson On a cliff without an edge, In the sky without a sun, He discards his cage and crouches, His battered suit flapping, black Against the sky. In the sky without an end, On the cliff without a shade, Birds fly to leash-edge and dance; And the man holds to threads of faith Against the fall. --- A/N: #poem about the painting "Flying Lesson"
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