In the cry of the bird
Metallic hue
Suddenly, through the window
He watched as he flew away.
At the cock's crow
To smell the dawn
He looked at the clock.
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Peeled off
Mind floating in the water
The shore is receding.
Shows anything
It is not glass.
Protects layers
The skin of the earth
Needless to say,
It is him.
I will keep listening.
As the voice of the voiceless
Inside and outside
From the only place
Something special for him
He found
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