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the tree and the birds, alone
It wasn't light that brought
you, and me, and the birds.
I was alone,
counting branches,
on a dead tree.
You, dark and blue,
came down to me.
With a smile.
In return,
we shared a welcoming silence,
and closed our eyes to pain.
It seems as if the sky,
with its clouds (asleep)
fell down to us.
We loved the company of another,
lonely.
It has passed.
With a few songs,
she left.
Her wings felt the need; impulse
to fly away.
