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Braces of the bridge
Are a bit weak now
New bridge is far away
River is in spate
I don’t know swimming
Let me try
No
Don’t cry

Don’t think too much
Let it just be
Said a bird
And flew away
Leaving the grass around
Let me weave the nest
It is likely to rain soon

Curiosity
May be celebrated
By the
Sparkle in the eyes
Of a ray
That is trapped in the woods
Forlorn
Paths untraversed

Don’t blame the
Woodpecker
For making holes
In the stem of the tall
Shoots tree

A few drops rested there
When it rained last night

The whorls of wind
In storms
Carried away
All the fallen leaves
But where

You never planted new seedlings
Yet sought its shade
Now, let the wind decide
Let the leaves decide
Let the soil
Millions of bacteria
Earthworms
And the worms of winds
Decide

and you are awake
i am sleepy
i am very sleepy
without repititions
it will still mean the same
i am sleepy

the red is not my colour
but i like it
when it is on border, the porous one
an impervious urge for porous border
the one which dissolves
when the inside and outside merge
all for the sake of an
urge