drown me in your sounds
up to my ears
till I can't hear
my fears
just a tonal melody
of words in the wind
of words that take wing
the sparrows of sunshine
fluttering in a courtyard
flicking beaks in droplets
but their throats always parched
they drink till they can't fly
with their bellies full of water
but the thirst is still there
never to be quenched
and I've seen these sparrows walk
strutting proudly
with their throats dry as chalk
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