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• Linda Wu, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

I see a flock of birds above the dusk strewn sea
Flying left right entwining
Simultaneously.
All the same yet each so unique
Without one
How could the rest?
Flying left and right, I touch my heart
And turned away.
I see myself as one bird,
Who went a bit askew,
Who loved the lovely flock of birds,
But unable to eschew,
But I know that as perennial as the waves,
And as fixed too,
I have my own flock of birds that I
Turn to.