from one bird to another...

it was passed from one bird to another,

the whole gift of the day.

the day went from flute to flute,

went dressed in vegetation,

in flights which opened a tunnel

through the wind would pass

to where birds were breaking open

the dense blue air -

and there, night came in.

pablo neruda, bird

source: maryam kordbacheh, via filep motwary, via +