The lone bird sings a haunting song.
All alone in the big world, it graces us.
The awkward longing of connection,
Gives rise to the mists, sun breaking.
Through it is the longing of the soul.
Lonely, frail, deserted, and desolate.
The song rises into the air, asking to be
Joined by another chorus, in another time.
The beauty is all around us, in the broken,
Tendrils of wonder in the lonely song.
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