Down the alleyway
under the leafs screaming shadows
staring at the sun with eyes of a blind man,
at the warm sky shape
Listening at the deaf song
through my heart, deep start,
the nature to sing,
Like air, blowing away, like breath sighing
passing by, day and night
through night and day, starting again.
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