That there is no bird in the in the text
written on a bird
You need not feel amazed.
For our need
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There is no inhalation here
Can't breathe
Now and then air would come this way
but would at once be chased away
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The words crawled like crabs
On one half of the paper, the letter was drafted
And the sea on the other.
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i wait
for the crack of dawn
of an expired day.
bygones can never be brought back!
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The drop that was sucked this afternoon
was the last one. The sea went dry.
From the moment the hungry cat in the painting
transferred the sea into its stomach
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I am a forest
When I smile,
It goes near the pond
And is growing as a mountain
...
Came apart
The next moment, why was it that both had to see the branch of tree where we sat?
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When the Past and the Future met,
I created anew a tea-shop there.
Placing a table there
and two chairs too
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Eyeing the sky
the entire place had assembled there
sorrow-stricken.
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I created the night with light
And light with night.
I created the sea with smoke and hill with water
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