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Hawks | hôks |
- a hero with no beginning
- a cloudy shell with no meaning
I am the rain of spring
Drops of feathers, gathered from nothing
But the dew of morning
Molded into a cloud
Only to be splattered down
Onto the ground.
I am the rain of spring
Able to become anything
From a light drizzle drifting
In the background, making no sound
To rolls of thunder rumbling
As into the darkness I’m heading.
I am the rain of spring
My only wish in living
Is that the drops of my feathers that fall
Can help the next generation grow tall.
