Harvest of Ages

Sometimes a dream
is like a bird
with transparent wings
wrapping up the heart

Once the light
of a morning star
flies her quickly
into midday’s
hot depths
she is forgotten

Then her song grows
and returns back
like sunset’s
prolonged shadows

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