Born next to the wine.
And next to the bread.
Sacred simplicity.
Human growth.
One hand for you.
Wide. Directly.
Like a germ
In fruit soil.
Born next to the wine.
And next to the bread.
Human-
Man assigned.
In the cold day.
And in the dark night.
We are different in color.
And faiths.
In our chest-
one heart.
And if stones fall
From the Sky...
She, the bird lives,
In the swish of a wing.
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