Wings adrift
in the clove cold
search a
lukewarm bonfire
in the gentle grass
amidst other
weary wings
Solitary,
despite the mellow hue
and evening laziness,
the sky longs for
the flapping of feathers
Home far away
destiny afar
somewhere
Worries, hardly any-
silent serendipity and I
We go a long way back
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