The black bird sat down on a branch of the tree,
Fluttering with the long wings above my head.
The sun hid away behind the peak slowly,
Leaving dreams and troubles of this day unsaid.
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Perfect title. Everything is subject to the weather even our emotions. Poignant, but beautiful. Warm regards, Sandra