vineri, 28 iulie 2017

the tree the bird the sun

a tree sits in a bird
singing
flying over here
flying over there
admiring the violet skies
as no one other before

the tree knows how to enjoy all this
how the clap and laugh with his laud voice
he knows how to see through his branches
and not go for more

over the hills
over the tree’s forehead
over his tiny house
the sun cleans his garden dancing

everything goes by in a heartbeat
clocks became friends with people
people became friends with people
this madness and immense beauty
can be seen by almost anyone now

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