Irons
and birds
Irons and birds
Crazy and crows,
The old wine,
And walk in leather.
The fish and the
area,
The golden shrub,
Where you have
taken refuge
with friends of
the stars.
Life as a train
passes now
winging its way into the night
and nobody sees
it.
His Light,
that is.
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