I'm trying to describe how I
feel
When you take leave of me
At the end of the day
And I see a brown bird
breaking
Out of lone clouds
With full throated calls
Wings majestically still
And my hands like ants'
tentacles
Searching to comprehend the
largeness
Of a strange thing that fills
the void
Move up the air in front.
And I'm trying to describe how
I feel
When you take leave of me
At the end of the day.
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