Sanctuary in Song
When the world unravels, frayed at the seams, a siren wails, a city screams.
Footsteps pound on shattered stone, voices clash in weary tones.
Yet through the din, a song takes flight—a lark’s clear note, a swallow’s might.
A warbler trills, a sparrow sighs, the earth exhales beneath wide skies.
No banner raised, no battle fought, just fragile feathers, a melody caught in trembling air, in hush between—a lullaby where grief has been.
And so I listen, soft, transfixed, as morning weaves through ruins mixed.
The world still aches, the world still burns, but in this song, the silence turns.
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