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Aspirations

Yellow BirdsYellow birdsYellow Birds
Yesterday I saw a hurricane tear birds from flight in the storm. Sorrow cast with the shrilling of song, erratic explosions of friction, blood and broken bone, lone caws of death in the night.
Spiraling rainbows of ruffled red limbs, spraying gilded innocence that ran with the rain in little rivers, cascading deeper colour and defeat, like the silent soliloquies of instantly forgotten saints.
Torn and battered, perfect by chaotic force, their yellow feathers showered me, like the warm fleece of babies quilts, the comfort of a sheathed blade, Enticing me with their reminisce
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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