the beating of a bird's wings
is a sound further amplified by envy
-my envy
it's a wish only noticeable to me
when the leaves whisper things only heard
by the zephyrs of said wings
my eyes and ears and sensitive to breathe
one only nature has ever come to interweave
little strings put together make the sky
so we have a place to land on when we die
I could die and then be happier forever with the sky
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