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| Illustration by Artpomp |
They are chirping happily in the morning
voicing their togetherness from a dead tree.
Their harmony is healing
perforated souls
and attracting the wind of hope.
The sun, the sea,
the sky, the moon,
and the earth are busy mumbling continuously
while time keeps sliding mercilessly.
A bird was chirping alone this morning,
crying and almost dying
It was
voicing its perforated soul
and
muttering
the hollow of
hope.
Darwin, 10.06.2017.
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