such as the flow of the wind
or the flow of the music
I didn't distinguish the rhythm
like the bubble when it travels away
like the twitter of two birds over some brook
like the camp days
the rhythm was a informer about another death
a wretch and bibber stood up in front of the death foretold court for pleading in respect of a fate nation
the rhythm was creeping quietly between the streams
it sprinkles a cold on lava heart
it converses with a sense full of childhood
the arteries of memories detained this sense for years
the departure be a sweet when the pain pulls my neck
the departure be a sweet through the breezes in a strut
and a womanly fondness
and another death announces a life
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