birds, falling

Below in passages, the shadows are shuffled

The moon was full but now discounted, falling

What are the benefits of living underground

If I touch your breath will it release me

Sand replaces sand, and water …?

The birds fall out of the valley

Perhaps it’s because I’ve become excess

The freedom to empty your mind has gone

Careful even laughter is falling

Some days just holding up

Oh my beloved grass, you are like the sea

Within the ear lies the difficult pearl

The crow becomes a small episode

See how stars waver before falling

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