Some time, there
is no sound,
but the calls

of birds, that
waft their notes,
reaching out

to me, in
bringing the

of the day,
the life that
we lead

in finding
again, beauty
that rings

round us
as we gather
in, to listen.

tsg | decatur island | 5.55am

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