the bird's-eye view
he wind, cut and stired up by the bird,
turns into a huge
white conch shell,
blowing away the twilight,
the sand of the time and twigs,
altogether with the loud sound
to the soundless world.
the mountain has been flattened.
Humming a song of festival from one vilage.
Cutting up the air palewise and
plunging into the between the waves.
The bird has seen a lot of semblable
in such a speed.
The transparent water color and thick
violet eyes are kaleidoscope.
A fether lies in a hand of a boy,
who looks up in the sky.
The bird does not look for anything.
It goes away.
The sound of the wind has been left on the eardrum.