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Birds follow each other

like trains on the tracks,

as the clouds ran in packs,

gliding beneath God’s sky,

and the cold air would be dry,

it was a glimpse to infinity,

a look at eternity,

what waits,

through Heaven’s gates,

a forest of stars above,

with limit visibility,

and during the day,

you would have total invisibility,

by design,

and angels call it home,

as they sit on top of the world,

alone,

a wilderness,

small spaces of stillness,

souls returned to their companions,

a gathering,

a rest,

after a long quest.