they have the night
in their plumage,
their feathers are light
my poems as birds
they have a long flight
and they can be
too tired to sing
then i must send
cats and dogs
to pour down
right out of the sky
to cuddle at your feet,
and you can send them
to me with messages unsaid
so that i may understand
i am not good with words
neither to say nor to hear,
i will ask the raindrops
what you cannot tell me
they carry our memories
and they know where we go
all this is engraved
in their clear hearts
when i taste them
i share what they are.
but still my poems as birds
to reach you at night.
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