Written with the word prompts shade, relief, meadow, wingbeat
Carefree on an endless summer day
She is strolling through the meadow
Twirling in her sun-kissed dress
Picking daffodils and daisies
In the shade of a tree: a tit with a broken wingbeat
Carefully, she cups the small bird in her palms
Ruffled feathers brushing against her warm skin
Feeling its fleeting heart fluttering In despair, she sends out a prayer
No God is there to listen
Nature is taking back what’s owed
Death comes as a sweet relief
Dichtende Designerin 
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