the birds, they were flying
there
we were lost in the magic and the light and the music and the sight
we
being a fantastical crew
we flew too
the birds they were flying
there
where the answers were unsure but the water it was pure and the moon
napping
sympathetically unseen
it was clear
the birds, they were flying
there
beneath the story saving plot holding honesty and knot
birds
folded before us
for us
the birds, they were flying
there
Photo by Sadie. Words by Dustin.
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