hovering over miles and miles of vast ocean
with nowhere to land.
His wings are heavy, his breath exhausted.
His heart battles between the desire to give up
and the seemingly irresistible urge
to believe false hope,
to find temporary respite on some twig,
some fragile, rotted tree branch,
which will surely crumble and sink
the moment his claw touches it.
He musters the strength to fly
from mirage to mirage,
looking, yet not touching,
over-ruling his desperate heart,
knowing his only true hope is patience.
The photographer calls this one, "In the search of love."
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