How you take
a sweet wishper
by the dead leaves
that rustle pass you
in a silent breeze
of the dark and cool night
Some missing thread
Broke down, from
the parts of a tree trunk
that weaved
a nest on it's branches
Chirping day and night
Now
Trilling its pallid lips
Down the dust
Singing
Crumpled songs, sweetly;
into the dark air
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