Consenza Poem by Iniduo Iniduo

Consenza



Nameless birds gather on
a circular plaza
to fly to a square sky.
Eyes are directed upwards,
expectantly,
to a daydreamful sky so high.
Small dots disappear
in all directions of the wind.
Leaving the town behind,
without a trace or hint.

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