View From My Window
in the bareness of a cold autumn
the leaves
overlap spring
the day birds sing,
briefly, in tethered voices
I know well
like the golden phoenix's eyes
the wind moves swiftly
to open the world
touching, touching
the world with its bare
breath.
overlap spring
the day birds sing,
briefly, in tethered voices
I know well
like the golden phoenix's eyes
the wind moves swiftly
to open the world
touching, touching
the world with its bare
breath.
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in the bareness of a cold autumn
in the bareness of a cold autumn
