The slips down from the sky as crows shamans
reflect a sun that burns the sunset
spiral
their steps as drunk as dancers
until the last dawn
The feather from the sky slips
a stone touches the sand impregnated
design stolen from God shines
of life and death dance continues
winter ball as a doornail
frost melts the heart
and as a ghost jumps and salutes
a feather from the sky slips
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