cannot let him die
and the shirt is faded
like his songs
still heard far in the background
rushing up as the jump is from
the roof of the mouth burned
when the coffee is too hot
swallow singing in a far off tree
crashing to the ground level
apartment building
a tower to the sky
might fall as the new season arrives
thinking long and
hard rain falls outside
singing way out of tune
the trees start to grow stronger
in this years ending in few months
gone with the blowing wind
dreams into sleepy ears
hearing what cannot be said…
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