The summer birds hit it off. Well, it’s light and clean. 

But It will not be for the rest of this day.

The bulldozed trees and the wounds under the feathers are like a tiny night in the morning. 

Their beaks caress like weeds

enough to tear.

 The light flashed through the winds

Together with a passionate shame.


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