swallow silent

It was a swallow that returned to the same old branch every spring with a thousand hopes.

He had entrusted his heart to a window through which a hand had waved to him one day.

He flew from the farthest skies, passed through wind and rain, just to see his friend's eyes once more.

But the window had been closed for years.

The swallow sits on the same branch every evening, sings a quiet song and leaves its tears to the rain in the silence of the night.

The springs came and went but no one called his name.

until that cold morning

The swallow did not fly anymore

The wind hugged his small and tired body and the sky lost one of its most beloved birds forever

Since that day, whenever spring comes and a swallow sits on a silent branch, they say that maybe it is still the soul of the swallow that flies over the world in search of its lost love.

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