Chapter 621: , in the morning, a flock of sparrows were singing
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In the morning, the window was opened.
Winter immediately
It became bright.
There was a flock of sparrows.
Singing in front of the window.
They repeatedly
sang a tune.
Future or past
Dream or reality
They sang for a while.
About six minutes, I guess.
Then with a flutter,
flew away.
Flew to another
place of dreams
to sing
or to forage.
Watching the sparrows
the distant fading silhouette
I was thinking
In this world
no one knows
what I am thinking about
Just as no one knows
What the sparrows are singing
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