I’m talking to myself,
I guess,
Since words echo back.
I’ll put them to rest.
I’ll rest them in treetops
Where sparrows lay
Buried in their wings
Memories that make them sway
I’ll rest them in petals
Soft, that bloom before you
Once, warm in the sun.
Now, they’re chilled with dew.
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