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BIRD AND ME.

Writer's picture: Sam JohnSam John

Little bird.


Floating through the sea.


The storm seemed unending.


He stood still.


One move at a time.

No wasted movement.


Alone... As he floated through the chaos.


I focused in. I was concerned.

He was small. And all alone.


He took his time.


Let the wind sway and the waves push.

Looked to the heavens.


Gave it a try... Fell. Crashed.

I was concerned.


Mere seconds later... give it another go.


Floated away into the sky.


Not so different my friend... are we?


Yours faithfully,

Qavah.


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