Floating gently to the ground, it catches the edges of a breeze and wanders off into the bent sunlight, flitting like a new bird. It's original green now burning orange and red, as it soars off into the sunset lilting like the words of a lullaby. Held aloft as if by spirits, this adventurer is a testament to nature and the beauty inherent. It is an intrinsic pull, it is a force of will... it is the voice of plants and the memories of sparrows... it's the first to travel on the sky's breath
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Floating
PuisiI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
