WildWords – The Shadows of Birds

Evening sun,
feverish glow—
what’s begun
I do not know.

Sky above,
I below,
face aflame,
body blow.

Light’s caress,
warming flow,
birds take wing
across the window.

Here I lie
as day burns low,
between what stays
and what will go.

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