dont brush off fallen hairs from my shoulders
\nthese are on their way
\nsomewhere, where
\nwhat is and what ought to be doesn’t matter very much
\nlet them be,
\nafter all, like the dried leaves in autumn
\nwill not they call on the port of their duty
\nlet them,
\ndont stop them,dont keep these in your diary
\nwho knows
\nthey may germinate
\nand the trees may grow out of your window
\ninto the open sky
\nthe dried leaves will cover
\nyour courtyard
\nlet them
\ndont stop
\nlet breeze settle all outstanding dues
\nwill you <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
dont brush off fallen hairs from my shoulders these are on their way somewhere, where what is and what ought to be doesn’t matter very much let them be, after all, like the dried leaves in autumn will not they call on the port of their duty let them, dont stop them,dont keep these in … <\/p>\n