THE quietness of a wingless eternal flight
(a lover’s heart) sings in the wind
as a flag of no Nation on Earth.
The voices of this Poet’s head struggling with
the echoes and nostalgic words from an awoken
emotion /so my eyes have opened to see
a flock of sing-song birds fleeing to migrate
within my tired lonely Soul.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
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