trying to catch a moth wing
what a delusion to think that love
is a bite of wind
or maybe this watercolor fits
into a morning spoon
how I love each sign
heaven gives, heaven takes
away from us
how you throw away each smile
and call it faith
how I fit into the blue sparrow's heart
and melt
into the soften yellow despair
don't catch the falling leaves
let them heal the painter soul
my soul
as if light catches your shadow
and let it be.
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