Philosophy

Flight of a sparrow

Sparrows knit yarn,

of  spotless beam,

and one flew away,

leaving all behind,

in a darting scream.

A sparrow pecks,

on grains while,

pecking leaves,

shards of broken dream,

of light and in a flight,

stay empty of any gleam

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