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Jan 2015
I saw a bird this morning
The early sun was caressing his plumage
It was standing there, on the black iron balustrades
Of our unused balcony
Feeling the sun, feeling the warmth
I looked away and it disappeared
In the blink of an eye
The sun is still there, waiting.
07:23 10/01/2015
Kyriakos Sorokkou
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Kyriakos Sorokkou  Cyprus
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