Vanity


I whisper into the wind
carry my thoughts to
the world's end

Waiting for a reply
but no one heard
the call

Falling into the sea
spills words

Murmurations breathe
Exhale into the clouds

You'll find me there by
the shredded wisps of
cirrus

Floating above my
self-conceitment


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