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Grey Birds

Snow whisps form
Across the black of the tar;
Makes the street seem like a hidden sea
Floating, slipping
Our vessel Ill-equipped to dangers we can’t see
 
Grey birds fly, camouflaged against the sky
The albatross to this mariner-modern tale
Used to warmer times of day
We come to fear the wind set in our sails
 
Though like any danger we have come to see
The seductive beauty in its eye
Destined are we who sail this sea
To flirt with nature, chanced to die

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