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Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Sparrows in the winter day

Listen to the delicate fluttering of sparrows wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds  on  life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now, they  get frozen on the market stall...
They can't be tethered or held in your palm, they light on your porch. Their song might be brief, but how greedy would we be to ask for more? No, I can't keep a sparrow. I can only hope that  they will fly away, and they take a little bit of me with them....

2 comments:

Giga said...

I think sparrows snow and cold do not like. Nice song. Regards.

Alexandra Alexandra said...

Thanks! :)