look at the birds flying south
an act of migration
I said, it was a dance
a murmuration,
an act of togetherness
into an open sky,
into the sunset the birds
move together
next to me, you were silent
your eyes on the horizon
its beautiful, you whisper
I'll think of birds now
of glorious sunsets
when I think that you left
fifteen minutes after the birds flew
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