My memories,
like wings, unfold.
They soar as birds
in flight,
Gathering in
murmurations,
To roost in
my dreams at night.
Sleep
becomes strangely attractive;
The portal
to this avian dance…
Where scenes
from my life are replayed,
Yet offer up
no second chance.
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