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Migration

May 20, 2024
By BradyHart BRONZE, Cary, North Carolina
BradyHart BRONZE, Cary, North Carolina
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Orange august feathers

Perch on my nose and rest

Only they may take wing when no one looks

Not even myself.

I try and squint or cross my eyes 

But the colors only seen in a past memory 

Blur into delusion and foolishness,

For gold shines brightest when reflected on. 

The migration season comes soon 

Do I trap and starve our wants?

Or do I let the night take you back into her arms. 

Maybe the morning clementine sun will being a new visitor 

While I wish to see you fly off, far away, and migrate once more.



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