Sunday

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A bird fluttered by my window,
small breeze formed by her wings,
torn from spring,
born in wind blown sighs.
She flitters,
balances a word on each feather tip
that tips the smooth glass
with me behind. We danced,
aloft in soft visions, freedom forming
your hovering glance through glass and wooden pane

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