twilight wind carries everywhere
birdsongs
trees are hanging from the sky
penetrating these walls
their roots rising from my fingertips
I could have sipped all this dirty water
that was clean before it fell down
sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing
other than vast green fields and no talks
birdsongs die and gold washes away
from the sky.
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Tomic Riter 
Great writing. Re-posted here: https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/07/29/birdsongs-tomic-riter/
Thanks for sharing your words.
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My pleasure 🙏✌️✌️
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I agree with Ingrid… the last lines are perfect, too. Every day the day dies. And reveals something old but new. 💛🌓
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That’s very true 💙💙
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😚😚💙🙏🌻
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Beautiful and poignant poetry!
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