Upon my windowsill, this window by the door--a bright sparrow sat, his eyes trained onthe floor
Beside him, then, the curtains billowed from their perch, joining his eyes by the sill, peering over
the edge and filling out, the sweetness of air in their girth
This sparrow, now, he stays and sighs and sways,spins his wings through molten gold and their rays
Beside him, then, the curtains billowed from their perch, joining his eyes by the sill, peering over
the edge and filling out, the sweetness of air in their girth
This sparrow, now, he stays and sighs and sways,spins his wings through molten gold and their rays
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