Untrue ice
It surrounds the balcony;
fog, sloth-like, trying to look like silence.
But the wagtail's chirp pierces through —
the star-sound of
a bouncing bird.
fog, sloth-like, trying to look like silence.
But the wagtail's chirp pierces through —
the star-sound of
a bouncing bird.
Call to me, always.
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