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A pair of fluttering wings

On the thin top of the tree.

The bird looks like flying,

While, in fact,

It is perched there.

A place, insecure for rest,

An undulating pier,

But the bird finds support

In the chance dance.

It feels with its claws

The leaves

And the stem,

The incessant sap of the earth,

The deep pulse of the world...

A magic instant,

When

The bird has roots,

And the tree

Has wings.

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