146 I watch today how woken clouds are rushing across the sky; I watch how the headlong sky slows down through me To change its colors from the blinding light to the blinding night, When wind, in despair, is searching hissing trees For fleeing images of clouds, for each disappearing tint, For hints of unspoken words -- in fear of black, But blue and yellow, white and red dissolve in the waves of green, And all that was green and trembling fades away. I watch how birds fall down and fly from branches that are too thin, How metal turns dim, and scrapes appear on wood, How fallen glass breaks down at once, and slowly my weeks get ripped -- In fear of the night, in fear of losing you.


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