evolve this chatter
into a leaf,
do not easily conform
to an old
shadow,
be solid, not that warm,
i discarded a stone
i put this little bird
upon a window
whisper to it the
beauty of wings
i invented it like
how thoughts are born
gladly, it understands
and flies away
oh, how happy i am.
an empty heart.
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