I've come to realize that not all love
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In the high reeds, herons shifted from stillness into flight like sighs escaping the land Their wings lifted with no urgency, just inevitability Watching them vanish, I realized some things leave without leaving at all
Under shifting clouds, ravens somersaulted on wind Their laughter rolled down valleys Even shadows know delight
That glance could calm a storm.
Some truths are too heavy to speak but still shape us silently.