How I said, the wind,
On an island, the soul,

How should a tree,
Both its legs broken,
Fall to heaven,

The asphalt birds,
When, like fire on
The eyelids, blink,
Into branches
Of wings,

Again, who I said,
Will take up,
This alphabet of dust,

And cast the old nets
For the first time again

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