it is unfair
you realize
how you give a world
and yet
how selfish is the other
not even lending you
a glimpse
of his piece, a shadow
a sound
a moonlit room
you grab love
undeserved
you see a face
of grimace
as you ask for a
just a feather
of affection
which no one, no one
is willing
to pluck out from
a body of
birds
it is time now
for a gathering
of fallen hairs
wear a hat and roam
the daisy fields
under the sun
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