Familiarity Of Falling...
the same birds
through my window
sing
every morning
for one thing
their songs never bore
this heart
the same leaves fall
from this tree
the same songs of failure
of falling
in such a repetition
in all the mornings of my life
unshaken
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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