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Fluid clouds of finches
sing heaven's melody—
counterpoint to waterfall's roar
and the wind through canyon gaps.
But the little birds are silenced
by smokestacks and windowpanes
as the monoliths of modernity
stand mute in the heat.

Finches

by SamuelC

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