the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
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the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
f
e
l
l
how the wind blows over the river
quite a curious thing, isn’t it,
the way the water rolls in time
with the wind’s hushed music
that echoes
in (prefix):
not
(not what?
not right, not here,
not true, not what?
come on,
dictionary,
be specific.)
subordinate (adjective):
placed in,
or occupying
robin,
oh robin,
do you hear the window scream
each time your sunshine-tipped beak
tries to kill its silvery panes?
robin,
oh robin,
do you see the tiny cracks spiderwebbing,
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