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One Heart

Look at the birds. Even flying
is born

out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open

at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: carpe diem
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