
hollow (acoustic)
July 4, 2024 at 10:07 AMv3.5
There is a thing of dying In the falling of the birches And the roots that mangle the cottage path in summertime There is a coldening, a quickening A closing of the wills There is an ember of light that remembers And a thing of dying that doesn't The feelings grow older The sun sets The eyes exchange wonders Snow falls, birds sleep, time pours A sieve runs through the mind And there are willows in the hollow vessel Dying left behind

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