( 1)
Our lips are locked
We're chewing love
Perhaps some other time
We'll make a coup.
A feather hungs on the air
Before the nightfall
An owl hoots somewhere
And the moon spews gall.
( 2)
Beyond it
I eyed once
And saw nothing
But I'll not
Peep again.
(3)
The silent lambs
In the midst of the day
The little steps
Falters, rubs all the grey
Before the sun
Grazes down
The evening satirical
And the end so far
Lambs still beckons
Beyond the flare.
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