WINGBEATS
A kaleidoscope of paper-thin wings,
as fragile as spun sugar,
weave a serpentine dance
along the weathered, rugged stone steps.
Swallowed up by the blinding light
in their wake, each wingbeat leaves
only the faintest ripple—barely a sigh—
that once painted their fleeting existence.
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