sparrows & strangers.

I wish I was

a thought

of yours
gliding away

from a city

busy with strangers

and sunshine.
I’d get caught

in the claws

of sparrows

in line,
released from their

pact with the skies.
I’d become heir

to the resting wings,

one among the feathers,
where live stranded

a thousand colours.
In the city busy

with strangers

and sunshine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee

 

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