You’re a bird that can never fold
Its wings.
Cherishing a patch of blue sky, a heavy rain, and a story,
Like a night that comes and goes,
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I'm not sure I understand your poem. At first it seems someone never rests....but I have never seen a bird fly in heavy rain. This sounds like a loner, but I could be wrong.
Good comment, Thank you for you reading it. At a standstill in flight, and smashed in chase-