A lunatic out..
I drank an old vine and
Kick in as clinging vine
That climbs on all trees.
Mood swinging of a lunatic out..
Grasshoppers jump with me
Bees that dance with me
Buzzing in my ears
Hibernated rodents start claps.
The chilly wind tosses leaves
Whispers in my sleeveless coat
But the free will to climb warms-up.
The street light dims and glows
But I saw the nude tree
With broken barks looks
Like a white bottle brush.
Keeps my chest on wood
Entwined hands-on branch
Like a snake in the loop
Climbing up and up
Trustworthy tree
That makes me warm.
The full moonlight
Strewn snowflakes at me
Slipping my hands and legs
I fell on a mat of leaves
With a broken branch
I heard laughing song
O! lovely Nightingale..
I beat on the bottle
In unknown rhythm
And slept on the ground
So chilling thrilling winter.
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