Branches turning green this rainy spring,
Branches turning green this rainy spring.
Grass, seeds, birds like kites overhead,
Grass, seeds, birds like kites overhead.
Overhead branches, rainy green grass kites
this turning spring. Birds like seeds.
A town without walls hearing wind calling,
A town without walls hearing wind calling.
Writing sidewalks with midnight footsteps,
Writing sidewalks with midnight footsteps.
A midnight wind with writing, calling without hearing.
Footsteps, walls, sidewalks: a town.
This is all green, all dark and new,
This is all green, all dark and new.
Floods of starry flowers down the plains,
Floods of starry flowers down the plains.
Dark down plains, all starry floods of green
and the flowers, this is all new.
This, a wind, floods spring with green green seeds.
New-hearing birds calling starry footsteps down
grass plains without sidewalks.
Kites writing overhead, and walls of the town
like rainy branches turning dark.
This midnight is all all flowers.
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ok well despite the fact that billy is a funny man, and that his poem is a parody and silly... i actually really like this poem. I don't know if you meant it to be a parody as well, but it is actually really beautiful -i think simply because in adhering to the form you found ways to describe in beautiful terms what could be seen as rather drab. sort of bringing to life (as described in the poem) through the poem. As it is then this is another example of how amazing you are, and how wonderful you are at making the world seem gorgeous and exciting. so thats how all i meant.
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