Aurora 2025 with cover

Kaitlyn Carpenter

It leapt. The sky was waiting, vast and bright. It stumbled, caught, then found the wind’s embrace, And rose again, unbroken in its flight. Then, gazing high where silver embers burned, It saw the moon, imperfect yet still whole. Though fractured, still it shone, and never turned, Nor sought the light that time and tides had stole. For broken things may yet be bright, And beauty lives beyond its form. For feathers fall, but still wings take their flight, And lost or found, the sky is always warm.

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