Sparrow Wings

A gentle note rings across damp soil;
the sun yawns distant with orange hues.
Sparrow wings spread like uncoiled wants,
left to the caprices of the wind.
A beat, they brush the naked blue,
across the pristine white of looming clouds;
golden light flickers between them,
the day has come alight.
The sparrow vanished in a sea of cloud and light,
lost in the blue yonder.

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