Those stones, trees, flowers & grass have their each concern.
However, they show perplexed expression
Often when we talk or hush up
Some sounds and mobile letters would go
Deep into their inner bodies and be shadows
Just then, my lover blurts out the bird’s nest
Blurts out branches and others
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