cw: none
When the canary dreams,
its wings are whole.
It flies, and it sings,
and it is surrounded by others,
just like it.
And the dream
is beautiful.
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cw: none
When the canary dreams,
its wings are whole.
It flies, and it sings,
and it is surrounded by others,
just like it.
And the dream
is beautiful.
A beautiful and wistful poem, thank you for sharing this. Having “just like it” on its own line felt so impactful for me.