bird-sparrowYou told me once
in shared silence,
of returning to a dream.
Of a light in a glowing
white shell.

The night for you
was a glittery kite
in slow descent,
full of unanswerable questions
as we put each day to bed.

a little bird
speaking without words
at the windowsill of life.
What was hunger
compared to that.


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