Thousands of Hours of Birds
Ephemeral Insights: Unraveling the Layers of Thousands of Hours of Birds
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The morning happened in a torrent
The morning unfolded rapidly and intensely.
Of thousands of hours of birds
A metaphor for a prolonged period filled with the sounds of birds.
We looked outside with wider eyes upon
We observed the outside world with a broader perspective.
The still of nothingness, emergent
Amidst the quiet, a sense of something new and emerging.
The brickwork spread across a depth of field
The pattern of bricks extended across a vast visual field.
Each house that caught the light seemed so unreal
Buildings illuminated by light appeared strangely unreal.
And in that afterglow we figured out
After the sunset, we comprehended our surroundings were temporary.
The space around us was impermanent
A realization that the space around us is not permanent.
But what happened to us,
Prompting a question about a significant event in our lives.
at the cost of what it was
Exploring the consequences and changes at the expense of what once was.
In blood andor treasure,
Reflecting on the sacrifices, either in blood or treasure.
To make us feel so lost?
Questioning what led to a feeling of being lost.
Love happens to us
Suggesting that love is an occurrence that befalls us.
If we let it happen first.
Emphasizing that love can manifest if we allow it to.
When we thought fortune forgot,
In a moment of forgetfulness or hardship, love can unexpectedly flourish.
But it blooms in the distance
Love thrives in the distance, suggesting hope or unexpected joy.
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