Apr 25
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Sunny Day 5:32

I am standing on the balcony,
Lawn underneath me,
The shadow of the building
Stretching itself on the garden.

Birds are singing.
It is past four.
The sun goes to sleep
And takes her warmth.

Don't leave
I am trying to reach her now.
My fingertips stay cold
She is so far away.

I climb on the fence
Stretch my body
I fall, no, fly.
Towards the warmth and gold and sun.

The sky is falling
So are the clouds.
So are the birds,
But I can touch her.