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a black bird paints the beauty
of distance on the bleach-white ledge
of the next block

a beak fades into a missing point,
not missed

a sky, like a gray canvas lost
without white clouds and golden rays,
dives into an ocean where fish hides

a head motionless in front of a mirror
of black letters, loses point and distance,
dives into sea

P.S.: Haven't been writing much. Perhaps too much running, cycling, partying...