a songbird in london

under the curvature of the city skyline;
the morning songbird spans its wings.

over the silhouette of the railway station
silence asked:
i.
though we feel a certain storm
we continue persevering under the city’s sun.

ii.
though we feel distant and away;
we strive to overcome the icy days.

iii.
after the journey is dead and gone
who remembers the faces you saw; past the journey at 6:54.

iv.
though we see graffiti etched on the wall;
we recognise that bricks are the bird trapped in its cage
and words were just feathers lost in its haze.

v.
under the curvature of the city skyline;
the evening songbird spans its wings.
over the silhouette of the station; and we holds its song for another day.

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