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Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: Stray Birds
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as…
(Source: confessionsforalily)
