FLIGHT OF BIRDS

I put it down, this phone, these troubles, these thoughts and worries.

I put them down, alas I had forgotten of a sun that shone, but only when eyes were raised

I lifted my gaze!

I put them down, all the thing’s that had put me down

soon on my face the frown, went upside down.

Perhaps this is the flight of birds, weightless and free, they’ve put it down

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