Monday, January 18, 2010
Rip open the clouds and toss them aside
They pour down the ashes of stars that have died
They float on down, down to the land
Float on the breeze and into my hand
I sprinkle them into the Earth
Sit and watch the ashy seeds give birth
These sprouts sprout wings and learn to fly
Away back home, back to the sky
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