Gas
in the forest
among the thick branches
the light reaches
from the heavy sky
close to the soil
blanketed
by rotten leaves
a bird is perched
on a low branch
a very
strange
bird: looks
plucked
thoughtful
an old bird
what this old bird
may be thinking
in the darkness?
Ah, nothing
it thinks of nothing!
Simply
it has a guilty
passion
for her
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