twilight wind carries everywhere
trees are hanging from the sky
penetrating these walls
their roots rising from my fingertips
I could have sipped all this dirty water
that was clean before it fell down
sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing
other than vast green fields and no talks
birdsongs die and gold washes away
from the sky.
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