Alien asphalt
Your head slightly bowed
You will not see
The child´s eyes
Behind bars
Watching your back.
Your eyes now caressing
The green trees and soft sprouts
Waiting for you in your garden
And the sound of the starting engine
Will drown
The whispered cry
When my last birds die
Your car will be
Just a spot
On the distant horizon.
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