Nest in an Abandoned
Building
Where sparrows live the sky peers through,
and the sun shines on their dust-baths.
Bricks crumble slowly, rendezvous
with sparrows as the sky peers through,
becoming mankind’s residue
on brilliant days that quietly pass
here: sparrows and the sky fly through,
and the sun shines on their dust-baths.
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