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A poem about the earth and the sky and how birds don't belong to either of the two. |
| Through the glass Green and blue Just keep having deja vus Fireball on blue and white Shadows what's left of last night. Green's alive, blue is not; That's why they're thousand miles apart And I wonder: what about All the birds that fly so high? They seem to live In between The worlds of colours Blue and green. (incomplete) |