to disappearing sparrows

Dear sweet singing creature with a fist full of flesh

You who has been blessed with wings to fly

Did you have any weight in the first place?

You are surely different from me

i?

i am the imagination that soars far and wide

i am make-believe and volatile

You?

You are a flock of so many little-little Gods

golden in colour and dainty in form

i am at many mercies of a vanity box

but You?

You are truly unique, truly unique...




i miss you all




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