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Small sounds in the early hours of a new day The quiet miracle of this soft light and the calm of many birds and other creatures gently singing the world awake In this stillness there is movement and in that movement stillness A great wing arched across the sky followed by a soothing coo and rustle of feathers How extraordinary that you should take this form and reveal yourself to me as through a mirror of many dimensions My wings are small and stiff and growing yet Yet Yet I am learning to unlearn I am seeing to unsee I am singing the unsung And I am lulled to quiet awakeness underneath the soft breath of your wings The sky is full of birds and all of these eyes are yours How extraordinary all of these eyes are yours


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