Water Darker, Bye The Wood
Chirping sparrow wet and feathers sit
One wing bent over, loves muddy puddle
Across it's past there flies your lonely face
My nest your beard hangs dreary coiled down
A top that hollow crown that swallowed all of you
Fires are set too prove the yellow fertile ground
Snakes move off and find and keep a turtles hole.
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