I scared your words,
like birds, flew away,
and somewhere deep
remained, in my heart.
as scars which to merge,
at all, cannot,
pulled in a daydream,
it don't want to leave me.
I am feeding, on half breath.
I am travelling across.
the distance, of the half a step
I am slowly treading cautiously
for me sorrow isn't
I know, that words will return,
where they were born,
and all distorted
against own teeth you will break.
I scared them away, at one time
like birds
are flying now from the dawn
are searching for tracks not one's
a time effaced them
only scars stayed
which oneself, heal
cannot
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