unrest

the birds are back home
in the trees rooted
in their stillness,
chattering to each other
about their long day,
ripples move along
in their daily parade,
waving their goodbyes
for tonight,
a lamp has been lit,
in the folds of clouds,
gathered for a celebration
around an enchanted sky,
while a tiny heart pulses here
with a sadness and longing,
feeding the unrest
of another day lived
like a torn prayer flag
flapping in the wind.
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