STRAY BIRDS
35
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
36
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
37
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
38
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
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