i want to know
if you listen,
how can you understand?
listening to me,
how is it possible?
i am only this naked branch
bearing some strange
failing bird of unassuming
feathers.
you could be a daisy, buttercup,
grassy breeze or warm voice.
me: soliloquy to the sun.
i look to you
and i see the moon
in shadows.
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