i reckon birds are the same
they brace themselves
for their morning flight,
count how many flaps
they have leftcompletely failing
to notice
their windborne splendour...
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Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
a thought, after my daily run
i reckon birds are the same
they brace themselves
for their morning flight,
count how many flaps
they have leftcompletely failing
to notice
their windborne splendour...