We can mute the bells
hide under the bed
but we are obsessed by the view from the window
light shine is just the memory of what we've seen
when we played with elves and were young
in woodland green
creating new worlds of moss
moisturised
our liquid suns
cannot backwards flow
now we ask more questions
we are drowning in their deep deep colours
songs of houseless birds are drowned out
by vibe of the wonders we have seen
everyday
thousands of voices from the sky
in their elegy
uplift our hearts.
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