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This quiet season stirs my heart.
Restless beats
Coursing blood with nowhere to go.
Fighting the still romance of small lights
I yearn to fly through woodsmoke and starlight,
Beyond the Crisp acrid loneliness and the taste of cold on my lips.
Little bird, take pause.
Close your eyes
Breathe in
Settle and be still.
There is strength in waiting wings.
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So beautiful! I especially love ‘fighting the still romance of small lights’ 😍
You could title it “To Fly Through Woodsmoke and Starlight” or naybe “The still romance of small lights.”