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Movement
Emma Sailor

"Movement"
Emma Sailor
It keeps catching my eye / draws my attention towards it
My gaze doesn’t stay for too long / as the thing causes it to roam
Each and every look offers a brand new sight
Every new image provides comfort like a home
It’s a tree in the wind
A fly buzzing along
Clouds drifting / in the sky
Groups of birds flying / sounding a sing-song
What is this thing?
It is movement / movement everywhere / but without my eyes,
I cannot see
This movement is seen with the naked eye and if one were to say
You are nothing without your eyes, then I would agree
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