Flies
Birds flap --
unknown horizons
Open up beyond the trees
Scattering leaving on rusty alleys --
As you sit there
I glance at you
A smile you wipe out
with a finger,
A whisper you hush
Raising your pen
A thousand particles
floating between us
up and down
twisting and turning...
In the light
Opening beyond the trees
Scattering leaves
Unknown horizons
Through the crystal rain
tapping on the windowsill
Where we sit and follow
Birds flap
butterflies
Time.
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