~Birds~
everyday passes by
and you can barely see
huddled within yourself
layers upon feathery layer
a folded winter flower
thick and cold with wear
you’ve missed so many birds
bare and black
on whispers of gray branches
icy circles in the cold gray
you wait
almost not knowing
what for anymore
hold onto the good
and let go of the bad
like breathing
like something more
a liquid sigh trembles
in the drowsy shadows
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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