Duck
By a lachrymist
I gaze upon these blacken and green colours, with a understanding of what should be. Scattering across the riverbed, my comprehension fades from me. Hoping for a quick return, they sing out with their most graceful voices reminding me of the colours. The understanding of their culture reaches deafen ears, But for a moment opened with the clearest of attentions. Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 05:59 PM PST 10 • 0
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"I gaze upon these blacken and green colours,..."