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On the salt-burnt coast, albatrosses glided above the surf for hours without rest Wings spread like myths too big for land They didn’t fly to escape—they flew to remember
A small creature, a giant presence.
Amid scorched fields, kestrels hovered like hesitation Their wings braced against time Waiting became action
Snow fell in petals of frozen silk, hemming the earth in white grace. Silence bloomed where sound once raged, a hush heavy with promise. Winter isn’t death; it is rehearsal—soil dreaming of seeds, roots memorizing hymns they’ll sing in green when the frost finally folds its icy script.