Curtain
called
From
the beginning
All
broke brick and yellow
Street
stations
Souls
to take
Why
the feathers kiss
How
the river breathes
Roads,
emeralds, Os
Even
when I wasn't
Ladders,
spirals
Beneath
the Climbing Tree
Rags
to lips
In
those shallows
The
tides told me,
'She
was here
And
you were near'
Because
feathers kiss
And
rivers breathe
When
everything is you.
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