finding this

this small thing is

blowing in the air

warm and golden

it quickens in my belly

and flutters in my chest

where it rests

like the soft feather

of some strange bird

that falls to the ground

waiting to be noticed

and put in my pocket

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A song

When awoken

I rise to greet you

Your warm rays shining

Your soft grass under my feet

Even when I forget you

There are birdsongs 

Sent to remind me