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The Sparrow

“The Sparrow” In this moment I am a sparrow, intent on guiding my landing below. I am a raptor plucking green seeds, awaiting the rapture to truly be free. Gently I perch upon a branch, inhaling sweetly, my lungs collapse. I, like the tree, free of leaves am aged, worn, less feathery. Yet, I hold wisdom you cannot see. I hold wisdom instinctively. I am a sparrow on a dying tree, destined to simply be, be, be.

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