The shadow of a bird I watched
Written on a golden wall
But there was no bird at all
Just wing-like leaves and twigs
The negative of a bird
Staining the golden wall
A reflection thrown by flowers
The divining of a bird
In the memory of an hour
Wavering on the golden wall
But then a real bird came
And left the shadow of its song
So gentle and suffering and strong
It dissolved that golden wall
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