Winged Applause

The perfect venue,
A grassy stage,
While wind breathes softly,
On the sunlit page.

Beware, your offering,
Though precise as rain,
That each drop spilt,
May fall in vain.

A silent echo,
Fills the night,
The winged applause,
Of birds in flight

The judge is blind,
To class and cost.
What matters most,
Is what’s been lost.

The comfort of being clothed,
…Medicates…
The freedom of being exposed.

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