Rote Beginnings

Through lonely mountain
a timid wind flows by

arresting the sun’s attention
just briefly
from a hard day’s routine

across from where people stand
this is unnoticeable

objects are objects
emotions as well as reactions are transposed
in the light
but at night
others can tell the lie

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