A bird decided to stop flying, revealing the queasy helplessness emotions in her graceless willing, falling in the silhouette of decay.
All is fleeting, feelings too
The sun is in hiding,
The birds are cold.
I hear the wind sing,
And witness the renaissance of dust,
And the stars within.
These shrewd assessments,
All dissolve and go astray.
Another summer day, is come and gone away.
/written as a society task with the last line given to us as a prompt, among many others.
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