Migration
Where do the birds go
When the sun is still there
But just shrouded in the heavy clouds of winter
Why do the birds leave?
When the rays shrivel into themselves
When the sun needed their song the most.
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“My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back." -Albert Camus
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