It's coming down
from sky
Lark screaming flight
downward leaves
Air breathes
time to be
Sit.
Spin
tree Tops turn
play the day
go if you stay
Weddings burned THAT cake
who am I to leave...
...holding the candles
Didn't you hear
your children crying?
It's just a resemblance
to the mirror's appeal
in the matches of matches
Choices concealed revealed
When what is made right
will reveal all's wrong
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