The Feather, an Optical Sorrow
       

The feather,
an optical sorrow,
my memory keeps it awake,
a dream to me,
underwater enchantingly
it was this love to learn
to reconcile,
but.

You will never know
of other things,
the evidence simply, secret animals,
their songs and statistics,
we'll learn to like
everything
the more we sing, the more we other
wise continue on immortal,
together.

Overflowing,
the more we close our eyes
flying,
away.

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from Of Creatures
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