Dark eye

I dreamt we walked the paddy fields

Amidst the shells of yellow cars

Silver inscriptions from their authors

Glinting but dulling, with the dipping sun

I break from my travel companions

Pushing forward, caring not to look back

The rainwater has washed the path away

I skip and leap, through I know

My shoes are gone

Down by the wooden grain store

Under its cold wooden rafters, I felt

Trapped on a pillar, the breeze pushing

The only thing holding me down

Your shaded eyes

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