Vagabond

My vagabond heart washed upon your shore
And lay there for days and weeks and years;
My lost home taking its last hopeful breaths, shedding its feathers
One by one by one;
Will it be a phoenix rising from the ashes?
Or will it burn by a half and leave the other
Pressing on my fragile bony chest,
Cracking the cage of my soul, but never breaking it?

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