In the middle of the city, I stand
like a sparrow lost.
I spread my wings,
and discover they are featherless.
I think that perhaps
I am not a soaring bird, and maybe
I’ve been searching for the touch of breeze
in the wrong places.
Afterall, there are countless sparrows around me,
and very few are flying.
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