A Quiet refrain

The rain of time.
A slow drip into my skull.
Quietens the restless bird of my mind.
Flattening the wings.
Clipping and waxing.
Nursing by angelic hands.
Which slows the hum and the pulse.
Ceasing it to fly.

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