I Cannot Follow

On flew the bird,
Through bullets
Of rain.
Heavy and fat, on
Tiny bone and wing
Should snap.
Fierce drops try to hammer
Fragile life
To the ground.

Yet,
Unchanged, and elegant,
On she flies.

While I,
Am weighed down.
A thousand cold kisses
Have forced me
To stop.

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