Saturday, August 14, 2021

Bird of Paradise


The bird of paradise stopped on a tree, hung out on a branch, then flew away from me.

I watched him as he flew, and disappeared into the sky.

I wonder if that is paradise, whatever is out there.

Wherever he is flying to.

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