Wilting light and the shadow of a bird.
The trees rest on their upward journey.
At their peaks are crowns of leaves and cloud.
The sky is a blue kilm, fired by the sun.
Like a crystal arc it takes the light
and changes it to water.
Wilting light and the shadow of a bird.
The trees rest on their upward journey.
At their peaks are crowns of leaves and cloud.
The sky is a blue kilm, fired by the sun.
Like a crystal arc it takes the light
and changes it to water.
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