For little birds that gather tiny sticks, Their nests will become an entire tree. For masons who endure in piling bricks Their neighborhood would ask them for a key. These tunnels branch into kaleidoscope. The rainbow can’t rain a single color. A weak thread is just a lingering rope, The face worn on a badly […]
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