Wings of a Bird

The gust of wind lifts the dust
Off the streets to make the wings of a bird,

That once flew over the crowds,
Under the clouds, and perched on boughs

Singing a song no one has heard,
Save for the trees, whose leaves

Blush in green, and wilt in brown,
Falling softly and slowly to the eaves

Or to the ground, where another
Bird rests among the blades of grass,

Gently spreading its wings at last,
Waiting for the gust of wind to pass.

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Nicolo Nasol, born and raised in Cebu City, currently working as a freelance writer and editor.