oh time you slip away
and i can't catch my breath
as i press against this autumn chill
when the lonely bird
finds its evening tree
and the night wind sways the
branch it calls home
she blinks the stars above
from her tear-filled eyes
and like shooting stars
they fall to the ground below
she will pass unnoticed
she will pass unnoticed
like a dry leaf blown from its
withered twig
my steps beneath the
cold dark trees
a collar to the coming
winter's wind
a movement catches my eye:
a small feather swirls around
the frosty ground and passes
into the night
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AN INTERROGATION OF THE "REAL" IN ALL ITS GUISES
Hamm: What's happening?
Clov: Something is taking its course.
Beckett
Sunday, 9 February 2025
little bird
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