Shadow falls
On the clouds
Like light
Lighter than feather
Are the birds
Touching the skies
The cereal of the morning
The jam and bread
The haze and shade
Of a rainy day
Birds sing better
When the sun's out
Shining
I keep a pocket
Full of dust
For my possessions
Full of pistols and guns
The deceased don't ask for much
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Shadow falls
On the clouds
Like light
Lighter than feather
Are the birds
Touching the skies
The cereal of the morning
The jam and bread
The haze and shade
Of a rainy day
Birds sing better
When the sun's out
Shining
I keep a pocket
Full of dust
For my possessions
Full of pistols and guns
The deceased don't ask for much
"I can't afford to hate anyone. I don't have that kind of time."- Akira Kurosawa
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