There are these post- it notes on my computer screen
Lines sporadically called in home not forgotten recorded in
real time
While I listens to the sparrow’s song on my window sill
Songs of mortals that ring true as my departure looms
I choose to indulge in the race my heart leads and decorate
the wind
The water
The earth and fire
Intended adventures transcribed fall to the whims of a lover’s
tune
Sent from the sparrow talons
Written during this rain
It just does not stop all night under the moon on the 5th
of November
Only then do I remember how love can come and go throughout
eternity
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