I saw a feather
waltzing fairly with the wind...

She always showers in the night light.
She is responsible for the moon...

She pours herself
like rain into absence...

Tick-tuck, tick-tuck she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...

We are born,
to live for a while...

Everything ends
everything...

No one runs the show
the truth is that the show is...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

Silence unites everything.
Silence means all the differences are particles...

She always voices
the truth in light to anoint...

Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...