A way of loving

A wild bird
flies across the
winter sky.
The weight of being,
too much.
A snapshot of
something moving fast.
But only a storm
that blows up empty.

Alone in this
darken’d place.
Barks a magpie,
hidden in a
guava tree’s thicket.
A new spell for a daylight.
Clean and green.
Just like the old days.

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