WANDERERS
They leave, they leave
In flocks,
They return, they return
In flocks.
No one knows how many,
Not even they themselves know.
Under eaves, they build nests,
On oak branches, they rest.
Without names, they live their lives,
Without passports,
Not even knowing their own names.
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Author:
sami mulaj (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2024 14:23
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Comments2
I love how you have left the identity of these invaders vague and unknown. It could be termites, since flocks were named it sounds like birds resting on limbs. It still remains unknown. Very well written
So nice it’s your message!
I appreciate it!
Thank you very much!
Love it
Real appreciate!
Thanks !
You're welcome
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