Turned Into Water And Fled Away - 17 Comments

Evening entered the branches of my dense Molsari Tree and was milking melodies from the throat of a bird
In the window - the evening and two birds combine to make an oil painting - slowly the birds become two dots and finally a crimson sky is left hanging alone
As darkness thickensa time comes in our beings when all objects become one and the horizontal lines in us rise and stand up as vertical lines
In your world another world rises and in that world yet another world
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