nestled on a branch,
a solitary bird sings its mournful song,
the branch undulates,
straining to bear the bird’s weight,
offering respite, succour, peace,
just a little,
a little to ensure the tiny bird is at ease … …
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burnished by the sun,
petals fade,
as another day is done,
lulled to rest,
assured,
that morning dew shall soon come,
invigorating life, again,
and for a fleeting moment,
banishing all strife
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