And then it swept across the leaves
Leaving behind everything that once was
Impulse by impulse the tips seize
What croack by croack stands far.
Beneath the tears of the raining trees
Begins to fade the lonely call
Both legs and bones are dried seas
Crack by crack it jump and falls.
And when seconds become hours
And hope weights as a heavy burden
Then, in the haze, all of a sudden
Flashes the lady dressed in flowers
And out of the croacking hashes
Sprouts, from depth, a clasp of desire
An harmony of heart and fire
A drop of life which slowly hatches.
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