Was a day
The iron air.
Drowsiness of the grass
Breatheing on the wind.
I simple know
I really can't.
So close but
Road is eternal
In almond branchs
Step
Earth
And sky.
And color bitter taste
Day was
Day live
Day begin
Of beginings.
And blood all dews
Dried up
Along ago.
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