Long ago, I held you
in my hands like a beautiful bird,
afraid to loosen my grip
for fear you would fly away.
One day, I did let you go
and fly you did. But,
amazingly, you returned to my hands.
I hold you loosely now,
like the beautiful bird you remain to be.
And you have decided to stay.
If you love something, set it free…
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