A poem about the apocalyptic bird nests: In fields Of woven tears in rhythms out of time Sun sparkles on Trails of tinsel Spiders of the sky And they

A poem about the apocalyptic bird nests:

In fields
Of woven tears
in rhythms
out of time
Sun sparkles on
Trails of tinsel
Spiders of the sky
And they dance
Dance out
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