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After the stormy night 

I opened my eyes.

A slant sunray was whispering in my ear.

The house was almost blown away.

I heard a faint twitter of a starling.

It had its home on the rig of my house.

I put my hand into my pocket

and found some  darkness, failures and losses.

I stood and went beneath the tree.

The starling was making its nest again.

I stood till the evening.

The nest was made.

I emptied my pocket and felt the hunger.

I sighed a little and went out in search of food.

◄ Escape

River In Me ►

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Ruth O'Reilly

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 20:51

I have a real soft spot for starlings....in fact I was watching a mini fleet of them flying in formation earlier this evening. I especially liked your line ' I put my hand in my pocket and found darkness, failure and losses' we all do that... Sometimes finding just one solitary, shiny hopeful penny!

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afishamongmany

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 20:36

Hi Avishek - I like the atmosphere created by this and intertwining of the material and the spiritual.
Go well
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