A white feather in the grass
Like a spirit return
Under star spider legs
Riding grass snake wind
In the region of the disembodied
Shadows flying over the field
For the longest moment
I had forgotten the road
A white feather
And the speed of light
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Salvatore Ala 
damn. that is so fine. i still feel and see the snake wind in the tall grass. i hear it. xx
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Thank you.
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