as the sky wrapped herself in dark grey,
my eyes wandered across to a little bird,
flapping her wings fast as she flew north,
stilled for a few moments,
by the lusty wind forcing himself on her,
as she gasped and gave in,
rooted in her love for those wings -
a frozen frame of strength
and self-assurance,
while she looked ahead, with eyes wide open,
staying still with every flap -
not moving, but moved
by the love of the cosmos
and everything not bird.
my eyes wandered across to a little bird,
flapping her wings fast as she flew north,
stilled for a few moments,
by the lusty wind forcing himself on her,
as she gasped and gave in,
rooted in her love for those wings -
a frozen frame of strength
and self-assurance,
while she looked ahead, with eyes wide open,
staying still with every flap -
not moving, but moved
by the love of the cosmos
and everything not bird.
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