Tag: air
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jackdaws
Grey wings cut the evening air,a sudden cry, then all is flight.They twist and turn with silent care,black sparks against the fading light. No path, no leader, still they glide —a living shadow on the sky.Then, just as swift, they split and hide,a whisper left as they pass by. © E n i s ∞
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thinking gulls
I just let them fly and squawking like old witches, the negative thoughts.I see and hear them but I no longer give them energy, nor do I feed them.Fortunately seagulls cannot land on the branches of my mind tree, my metaphor for personal growth, but these flying thoughts roam over the flat sea of ​​emotion,