GOD IS THE WORD OF THE FALL
Countless stars flashed in front of my eyes
They are looking for ways to hide
Not getting any secluded caves
He is just watching with wide eyes
Two ants sit on my brow and laugh;
A few stars roaring in disgrace,
The ant laughed and said, – I was carried away!
A flock of hawks flew over the river
The fish realized and cried
At that time their flock dispersed
The number decreased
Deep silence all around
The sound of God Falling floats through the air.
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