the earth
the land
silent
intrepid in its
fear
breather of mists
cry of the wise
owl
beating of wings
of amorous
nightingales
instead of plaining
the wind is singing
a nocturnal suicide
the trees together
hit and pendulum-like
here and there go
Time speaks through
the chimes and bells
of cathedral and
the churches
the earth
the land
silent
intrepid in its
fear
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