The only sign of life today
is water on my window pane
it drips and drips like time gone by...
Overhead a magpie flies
Swooping along, ‘to’ and ‘fro’
just like my thoughts;
aimlessly thrown
on this sheet of paper
Sometimes I feel like
flying away
Soaring freely, among the foray
or migrating to warmer climates
and dancing in the wind
like a murmuration
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