Dark blue

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Among the swaying leaves
We know what a rupture is

This moment that makes the silence colorful
And out of the circle
Like a place in the park

These juniper trees
Contracting and playing with the wind
Looking at everything lost in the shadow
They hear from a radio
Velvet sound
And he just has a call.

,,,

They talk about all things my Lina
They question but can’t find that way
This is the bluebird maneuvering on the branch
Long root of the other
And there will be no one

There’s only pain under the crust..