The Sound of Wings
Seasonal Prose Adrian Williamson Seasonal Prose Adrian Williamson

The Sound of Wings

A leaf, color half-transformed, wandering to me, like a feather falling from a rushing migrating bird, gifted me a faint sigh when hitting on the concrete pavement. A sparrow, teamed up, flying over me, like an elegant wind, left me no clouds when disappearing into the clear sky…

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