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Silver birds

dianeneilson
Aug 25
1 min read

Clouds

Like wisps of angels' breath

Hurry across the blue

Leaving behind

Receding trails

Of silver birds

Destined for foreign shores

Taking with them

Memories

Of an unscathed world

The angels cry

Their tears raining down

On the parched land



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