Songbirds

Songbirds

Every morning the sun sets,
every season is autumn.

When the songbirds are gone
crows and sparrows fill the sky.

Nothing changes, busy-ness as usual.
I can't stand the beauty.

Don't close your eyes.
Don't open your mouth.
Don't go on the same.

Daan Hoekstra, 1997

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