The branches got tangled in the wind.
Someone tried to fill a bottle With red light and with green light. Each truck opened its throttle And pressed against the other. Some People shine everywhere, Except the abdomen or foot, Which is dull black, you stare Into nothingness there. And if You never lit one fire that lit A young face, your city will Fall, with those who sought its respite. But if you lit one country road, Maybe that became your only Road, it became your home, The man across the field was lonely, The scent of your apple orchard Will reach the neighboring town, the news Will reach Ushuaia, even if You closed your eyes to Betelgeuse.
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